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Donating 4WT 13K Club Member Join Date: Sep 2006
Location: Kansas
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Wow!! Your Dad was a hero!! How cool!!!
How neat that you met M A!!! Awesome!! My Aunt Marva is 7 years older than me and when I was little I remember sleeping with her and she told me all about going to school. She said that the teacher had play dough and a place that I could sit at at the back of the room and that I could go to school with her the next morning. I was so excited and got up and around the next morning but it ended up that my Mom wouldn't let me go. I still remember watching Marva get on the school bus and crying!!! I remember that there was a swing in the front yard of where Grandma and Grandpa lived and Marva would swing me in it and run under the swing making me go really high!!
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Join Date: Sep 2006
Location: Indiana
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Great Stories girls. I remember being 6 yrs old and going to western auto to get my first bicycle with training wheels. Got it home rode it that evening. Next morning was Saturday. Dad had to work. So i got the wrench out and took the
training wheels off the bike and started riding with out them. I felt so big then. LOL.
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Linda, you must have been one handy little six year old...lol. I remember playing cowboys and indians with the neighbors and good friends across the street. I would be the indian princess and make Mike marry me....LOLOL.
This same boy is the first friend in the baby book my Mom kept for me. I guess when I was little I would be sitting on the couch and Mike would come to me and make me cry and then go play. When I quit crying he'd come back and make me cry again. My Mom and his always enjoyed telling that story for some reason. I'm still great friends with his Mom...love her so much!
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