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dar512 is now Pete Zicato
Join Date: May 2003
Location: Chicago suburb
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Both memories ~3 yrs old.
I remember having bologna sandwiches for dinner. I didn't like bologna (at the time) and remember pitching the bologna under the kitchen table. No we didn't have a dog. It was summer and I had been tooling around on my tricycle all night, but the broken horn (the plastic kind with the bulb) was poking into my leg. When I complained to my dad, he pulled a screwdriver out of his pocket and took the horn off. -- One of the few happy memories of growing up with my dad.
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Join Date: Jul 2003
Location: Arlington, VA
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Grew up in a small town. Lots of kids in the neighborhood. I used to tag along with the older ones to the corner store, which was actually about four blocks (a quarter mile or so) away. Two places where you have to turn, or you will get lost. One street to cross that was too busy for a little kid to be crossing alone.
When I was three, I walked to the store alone to buy some penny candy. (atomic fire balls, swedish fish, and tootsie rolls for a penny!) I found out years later that the store owner, who knew my parents, called my mom and let her know where I was. Then I walked home. |
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