1988, or the Year of the Swing. Lu (featured on the left) and I loved nothing more than to crank up his little swing and let him fly. We all have trauma in our childhoods, don't we?
posted by Jess at 2:20 PM
Saturday, June 04, 2005
1988, or the Year of the Swing. Lu (featured on the left) and I loved nothing more than to crank up his little swing and let him fly. We all have trauma in our childhoods, don't we?
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3 Comments:
I'm really surprised you had a cabbage patch doll. That's so mainstream of you.
i guess i'm the only TRUE waldorfian kid. since jess & lis both had cabbies.
You know, I wondered if anyone would catch that and I almost included a disclaimer. Here it is:
My mother abhorred (still abhors) Cabbage Patch dolls. My grandmother (the nice one) gave it to me when I was little and my mom didn't have the heart to refuse it. I never loved it. It was my neglected child. It had no place in my heart. I don't even remember if it had a name.
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