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Sunday, July 27, 2008

OK, OK, I'll do it, too! ~Memories...

Here are the rules:
1. Add a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments. I can't wait to see what people remember.
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1 comment:

Karen said...

As your sister, I have no idea which of a bazillion memories we share to bring up.

Some how though, I am suddenly thinking back to when we were little girls living in Nevada. Remember when Dad took us camping on his own to "La-hot-ton" (I really don't know how you spell it or say it at this point.) I remember walking, barefoot, across the hottest sand I have ever felt in my life.

Then I remember a family camp trip at Davis Creek. I remember the Wheem-a-way song and the debate on whether it was Wheem-a-way or Wheem-a-wet. I remember Dad's comment about no Wheem-a-wets.

Or there was the time, Dad converted his trailer into a playhouse of sort for us in the back yard that we got to sleep in. I don't remember if we ever actually made it through the night or not.

Interesting, I don't know about you, but suddenly, I miss hanging out with Dad.

July 28, 2008 at 10:30 AM

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