tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28758143.post115398807233569160..comments2024-01-13T19:13:30.958-08:00Comments on My blahg: Memory LaneEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14184438801278958779noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28758143.post-1154129910814839602006-07-28T16:38:00.000-07:002006-07-28T16:38:00.000-07:00Lavish-- You hadn't kissed anyone yet, and my othe...Lavish-- You hadn't kissed anyone yet, and my other sister had. Of course I wanted to talk to her about it first. She <I>understood</I> and you didn't.Emilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14184438801278958779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28758143.post-1154067865831013232006-07-27T23:24:00.000-07:002006-07-27T23:24:00.000-07:00Heyyy... How come we didn't pass notes about you...Heyyy... How come <I> we </I> didn't pass notes about your first kiss?Lavishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01948177794226981503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28758143.post-1154019557484012462006-07-27T09:59:00.000-07:002006-07-27T09:59:00.000-07:00Ah, School. Too funny. I guess it's amazing if any...Ah, School. Too funny. I guess it's amazing if any of us get through unscathed.<BR/><BR/>My "favorite" memory was of sometime in middle school when the big, black, female teacher cocked back her arm holding an eraser and said menecingly, "Want me to practice my baseball skills?" at a student who annoyed her. <BR/><BR/>Yes, she really intended to throw the eraser at him...<BR/><BR/>Things like that you never forget.zookeeper08https://www.blogger.com/profile/18110729193866581852noreply@blogger.com