Tag: childhood
group name: bookofmyself
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February 23, 2006 04:05 AM EST --
Mark P. was my best buddy. We grew up in Chicago but were both from the deep south. We were preachers' kids (PKs). I met Mark in first grade at six years old—and we are still . . .
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May 14, 2007 05:15 PM EDT --
Every time I saw the title, “Times my mother stood up for me” I cringed. This has been brewing in my head for a whole month now. I decided to wait until after Mother’s Day, . . .
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March 19, 2006 05:23 AM EST --
As I kid, I knew my favorite actors by their screen names. In most cases, I didn't even know their real names. I grew up in a tough neighborhood and dreamed of getting out. When I . . .
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March 02, 2006 05:22 AM EST --
Mrs. DeMars was my teacher in third grade, and I was in love. I was ten and she was about thirty-five. She was tall, blond and wore skirts just above her knees. I had an unbelievable . . .
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March 10, 2006 03:50 AM EST --
As a PK, or preacher's kid, I figured I'd be a minister like my dad and grandpa. Even my mother attended seminary. That's where my parents met. It was destined that I would . . .
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April 03, 2006 03:05 AM EDT --
My father had an infuriating way of disappearing into his own private place, where he couldn't hear a word I said, even when I stood right beside him. He was usually studying for a sermon . . .
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October 19, 2006 02:55 AM EDT --
My friends nicknamed me "Monkey Man" because I used to scale our apartment building four stories high hanging by my fingers from the brick ledge. I remember people called me a daredevil . . .
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December 20, 2006 11:57 PM EST --
I was raised in the foothills of the South Eastern Cascade Mountains. My dad was one of those people who attrached people he was charismatic. But he also liked his family around him and kept . . .
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December 19, 2006 07:50 PM EST --
By Dolly Hebert Clark Webster Kallio
My mom gave me this letter her gift to me on my sixteenth birthday, I have had it now for 41 years the original letter. It is yellowed now but still . . .
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December 19, 2006 08:25 PM EST --
December 20th, 1981
Dear Mom
Sixteen years ago you gave me a birthday gift that I have kept and cherished and still have. I have taken it out and read and re-read it many times. It started out "Sweet . . .
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