tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325978708379517839.post1829718876901817427..comments2023-12-24T12:59:43.645-08:00Comments on I Shaved My Legs For This: Monday Morning Question.....demandnlilchit @ aolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15513233303839650104noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325978708379517839.post-49110683030249047112006-06-26T07:22:00.000-07:002006-06-26T07:22:00.000-07:00Such wonderful childhood memories!!!! SherrySuch wonderful childhood memories!!!! SherryAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325978708379517839.post-62193235128792435802006-06-26T08:28:00.000-07:002006-06-26T08:28:00.000-07:00I love hearing the sound of the trains in the dist...I love hearing the sound of the trains in the distance. As a child I used to dream of being a hobo and hopping a train!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325978708379517839.post-31078498207190789782006-06-26T09:20:00.000-07:002006-06-26T09:20:00.000-07:00I cant imagine you ever smoking.............I cant imagine you ever smoking.............Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325978708379517839.post-442013101840287152006-06-26T11:02:00.000-07:002006-06-26T11:02:00.000-07:00hhAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325978708379517839.post-68957423367906273992006-06-26T16:24:00.000-07:002006-06-26T16:24:00.000-07:00I really enjoyed your entry....you write such grea...I really enjoyed your entry....you write such great descriptions of things, makes me feel like I'm right there! Funny thing about me, I love the look and sounds of trains but it scares me while riding them when it goes through a tunnel....NO THANKS! (ha) Your "pot" story was funny!<br><br>Take Care,<br>~Bilinda~Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325978708379517839.post-75501337949501529102006-06-27T09:51:00.000-07:002006-06-27T09:51:00.000-07:00The sound of a train is a lovely memory. I grew u...The sound of a train is a lovely memory. I grew up in Queens NY, so my trains were the elevated A line train, screeching to a halt right by our apartment on the Avenue. I can still hear the noise in my mind when I think about it, we got so used to it, living with it that it never really bothered us...we just raised the volume on the TV and went on with our lives. SandiAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325978708379517839.post-51483472563282997032006-06-29T23:32:00.000-07:002006-06-29T23:32:00.000-07:00Ahh, the carefree days of youth.Krissy at Hope Lod...Ahh, the carefree days of youth.<br><br>Krissy at Hope Lodge<br>http://journals.aol.com/fisherkristina/SometimesIThinkAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com