being treated like a baby by mommy who wants to be your best friend is a blast.
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edgarblythe
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Sun 18 Jan, 2015 09:34 am
When I walked to school, I rode a horse, which was the easy part. Coming home, I carried the horse on my back. We wrangled over which got to eat first from the bag of oats.
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chai2
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Sun 18 Jan, 2015 09:36 am
My family lived in a shoebox in the middle of the road.
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Lordyaswas
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Sun 18 Jan, 2015 10:50 am
Going to a boarding school, I never had to endure the awful trauma of walking to school.
Father used to purchase a train ticket and leave me on the relevant platform at St Pancras Station when the school year started on January 3rd, and then pick me up on December 15th when school finished.
I never walked to school and look how butch I turned out . Antonio doesn’t walk to school either. We have Mountain Lions in the neighborhood! This story is a year old but we still have them in the area.
Going to a boarding school, I never had to endure the awful trauma of walking to school.
Father used to purchase a train ticket and leave me on the relevant platform at St Pancras Station when the school year started on January 3rd, and then pick me up on December 15th when school finished.
At least I think it was Father.
Was it the chauffer?
Then that answers the question.
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Lustig Andrei
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Sun 18 Jan, 2015 11:48 am
My family was so poor I never got any toys when I was a child. If I hadn't been born a boy I wouldn't have had anything to play with.
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Setanta
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Sun 18 Jan, 2015 01:14 pm
They used to tie an old, dry soup bone around my neck so the dog would play with me.
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dlowan
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Sun 18 Jan, 2015 01:53 pm
@Brandon9000,
Brandon9000 wrote:
I too had to walk to school uphill both ways and in the snow too. My parents would almost always beat me when I returned home, and often killed me.
WALK?
Luxury. I didn't have any legs.
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edgarblythe
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Sun 18 Jan, 2015 03:06 pm
The girls used to beat me up for my lunch money.
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Lustig Andrei
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Sun 18 Jan, 2015 03:08 pm
The house we lived in was so small the dog had to scratch sideways if he wanted to be let out.
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Lordyaswas
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Sun 18 Jan, 2015 03:14 pm
I used to always lead the pack when it came to Tuesday Cross Country runs. Trouble was, I was made to wear a fox outfit.
To this day I still flinch when I hear a beagle howl.
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jcboy
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Sun 18 Jan, 2015 07:36 pm
We were so poor, that when a crumb of bread hit the floor, the cockroaches scrambled out to feed, singing: Clap your hands, stomp your feet. Praise the Lord, we got somethin to eat!
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edgarblythe
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Sun 18 Jan, 2015 07:41 pm
Some poor folks used to give their dog the chicken bones, after dinner. Not us. We saved them for tomorrow's dinner.
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Banana Breath
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Sun 18 Jan, 2015 07:42 pm
We had nothing to eat but sand, which was bad enough, but then we ran out of sand.
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Lustig Andrei
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Sun 18 Jan, 2015 08:24 pm
Neighborhood I grew up in was so run-down they finally tore it down to make room for a slum.