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	<title>Comments on: Father’s Day Flashback</title>
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		<title>By: Cynthia</title>
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		<dc:creator>Cynthia</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Jun 2010 03:38:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh it was such fun and I think it made us stronger people for it, definitely very creative.

And I love the car seat.  You&#039;re right, she&#039;d go to jail for sure.

I think about the summer days I&#039;d be out of sight of my parents/the house for hours.  Kids can&#039;t really do that anymore, can they?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh it was such fun and I think it made us stronger people for it, definitely very creative.</p>
<p>And I love the car seat.  You&#8217;re right, she&#8217;d go to jail for sure.</p>
<p>I think about the summer days I&#8217;d be out of sight of my parents/the house for hours.  Kids can&#8217;t really do that anymore, can they?</p>
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		<title>By: Gabi Stevens</title>
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		<dc:creator>Gabi Stevens</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Jun 2010 03:12:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>LOL. My parents actually bought a chicken farm in SoCal when they first moved to this country. Loved your story. I&#039;ll have to ask my mom if she knows how to put chickens to sleep.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>LOL. My parents actually bought a chicken farm in SoCal when they first moved to this country. Loved your story. I&#8217;ll have to ask my mom if she knows how to put chickens to sleep.</p>
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		<title>By: Karen</title>
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		<dc:creator>Karen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Jun 2010 01:23:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>All the time.
But we had so much fun!
My mother tells the story of how my &#039;cars seat&#039; was my washtub with a pillow in it on the floor of the front passenger seat. Today she&#039;d be thrown in jail.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>All the time.<br />
But we had so much fun!<br />
My mother tells the story of how my &#8216;cars seat&#8217; was my washtub with a pillow in it on the floor of the front passenger seat. Today she&#8217;d be thrown in jail.</p>
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		<title>By: Cynthia</title>
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		<dc:creator>Cynthia</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Jun 2010 01:20:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You ever have those moments, while looking back at all the fun on the farm and wonder how you survived to adulthood?  I know I do.  My cousins and I ran all over my grandmother&#039;s farm, climbing on old machines, chasing animals . . . the whole deal.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You ever have those moments, while looking back at all the fun on the farm and wonder how you survived to adulthood?  I know I do.  My cousins and I ran all over my grandmother&#8217;s farm, climbing on old machines, chasing animals . . . the whole deal.</p>
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