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Post by richndanapoint on May 18, 2005 3:44:25 GMT
While my mother was pregnant with me, everyone always referred to "the new baby". The new baby this, the new baby that. When they brought me home from the hospital, my mother showed me to my brother, who was then 2. She said "This is your new little brother". My brother looked at me for a minute then said "he's nice, Mom. But where's the new baby?" Anyway that was a true story  |
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Post by Shady on May 24, 2005 23:50:12 GMT
My granddad really enjoyed the Second World War. I know that sounds weird, but I'll explain He worked for Rolls-Royce making aero-engines, so he wasn't required to sign up and fight. He volunteered anyway though, and got sent to Egypt to be a driver. He wasn't involved in any fighting really, and he got to tour Egypt and see the pyramids and the Sphynx and all that. He met an Egyption guy who he considered to be the best friend he ever had. So when I say he enjoyed, obviously he didn't enjoy the fact that we were at war, but he had the experience of a lifetime |
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Post by Terry on Jun 4, 2005 20:53:06 GMT
Hmm.... When I was little I was chasing a dog my family and I was watching for the day and I was just running as fast as my legs would let me go (we were in inside) and then I tripped on the coffee table. Of course, I had to fall and hit my head on the corner of a 3 foot tall speaker. The next thing I remember is my sister holdng a cloth on my forehead complaining about how much blood was comng out of my head . I got to the hospital and all I wanted was stickers. Then I had to get like 11 stitches inside out like 9 outside or something liek that. They could see my skull because it was cut so deep. Anyways, I got the stickers  . |
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