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No, YOU'RE the disease, not I.Originally posted by EmilComment
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Negative on that.Originally posted by sSsflamesSsComment
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I used to play around in the dirt a lot when I was little. I was like the girl in pig tails and a pink dress with dirt all over. It was great!
I also cracked my skull open when I fell off the jungle gym once. Not so great.
The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposing ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function. -- F. Scott FitzgeraldComment
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Hey CK, remember that girl Peggy who got stuck in the toilet?!Originally posted by ckBejugI used to play around in the dirt a lot when I was little. I was like the girl in pig tails and a pink dress with dirt all over. It was great! I also cracked my skull open when I fell off the jungle gym once. Not so great.
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Originally posted by SiggieHey CK, remember that girl Peggy who got stuck in the toilet?!
haha, now that you mention it, I do.
p.s. do we suck for laughing?The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposing ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function. -- F. Scott FitzgeraldComment
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Childhood memories. Where shall I begin?
When I was two years old, my dad used to turn on the music, put me on the table and have me dance (as I like to call it, "Shake my bum bum" lol) when guests would come over.
When I got a little older, I was a spoiled little girl. One time I woke up in the middle of the night insisting to have a fruit, when we didn't have any of it at home. In Yerevan, stores weren't open 24/7 like here, but dangit, I wanted the fruit!
Tangerine I think. I was hysterical. So to finally calm me down, my dad put money under my pillow and said, "This is the money I will use to buy you your tangerine in the morning. There." That's when I finally calmed down. lol. 
As I got a little older. I began to sing. Oh yes, singing for my uncle that special little song he liked. A song about a friendly neighborhood, and that house with two stories high where people were friendly. Heck, he even had me sing in the airport when we first came to the States.
Ah, good times.
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Originally posted by sSsflamesSs
Yeah, dodgeball right?
It was my favorite.
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We used to do this in kindergarten.
Put your hands behind your back and….
Where is thumbkin, where is thumbkin? Her I am, (bring forth one thumb) Here I am, (bring forth other thumb). How are you today sir?(one thumb says to the other) Very well, I thank you. Run away, run away (put hands behind your back.
Where is pointer where is pointer….etc…
Where is tall man…etc…
Where is ring man…etc…
Where is pinky…etc …
hahaha, it was so fun at the time.Comment
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It was my favorite as well. But it was a little different than dodgeball. Two people would stand about 10 yards/meters away from each other, with a third person in the middle. The two people would try to hit the person in the middle with the ball, passing it to each other as they went along. I loved that game!Originally posted by spiral
I've never heard of this, but I'm cracking up!Originally posted by spiralComment
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My grandma never let me to play all those games.I used to watch them from my window and sigh.OMG..how much i wanted to go out and scream **es pervanem...es pervanem**hahahahahahaI'm a monstrous mass of vile, foul & corrupted matter.Comment
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