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childhood
playing in the woods, digging holes and catching bugs
talking to the animals 
watching the clouds
letting my immagination run wild
playing with finger paints
art projects
crayola crayons in the super big box.... i always wanted the
one with the built in sharpener
is ti too late to be a kid again?
Posted: 2005-12-08 19:04:49 UTC

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