tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276394445294788649.post6503083461790829438..comments2024-01-05T05:16:17.187-05:00Comments on Leslie F. Miller: when we were bad, it was very, very goodUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276394445294788649.post-66211819436515880562008-08-14T11:31:00.000-04:002008-08-14T11:31:00.000-04:00one of your bests posts. i love the way your mind ...one of your bests posts. i love the way your mind wanders down memory lane, not skipping over the potholes. well done.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276394445294788649.post-3327740819775759712008-08-10T11:00:00.000-04:002008-08-10T11:00:00.000-04:00I remember Andrea too. I remember her saving me i...I remember Andrea too. I remember her saving me in Ocean City when I was a kid. I got caught in a wave that swept me down shore. I couldn't breathe and I couldn't get up. Then this hand reached in and pulled me out. It was Andrea. I remember mumbling thanks and that was all. I also remember when you got into that terrible fight with Andrea, Allison and Vicky. Who was Vicky anyway? I don't even remember her being your friend. I remember you upset and crying. I remember being the messanger, carrying the football shaped note to Allison and her sending a response back to you thru me. I read the note once but I can't remember what it said. That was sad. I ran into Allison once and that's all I could remember about her. It's a good thing that people grow up and realize their mistakes as kids. I guess a switch goes off the minute their kids comes home with a similar issue. They think "Gee, I was that mean girl that my kid is dealing with now"Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04128069191300965248noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276394445294788649.post-15444377837337608272008-08-09T09:35:00.000-04:002008-08-09T09:35:00.000-04:00Wouldn't that be a problem with everything in life...Wouldn't that be a problem with everything in life? We would not want to remember the carnivals because of the one time we lost our wallet; we could not enjoy the ocean because of the memory of someone having drowned before our eyes. Some bad memories don't fade so quickly, but our childhoods are blips in our lives by the time we're forty. It would be a shame to give the tiniest of the blips that much power that you can't be grateful for the rest. Besides, don't those bad memories give the good their brilliance? How would we recognize them otherwise?<BR/><BR/>Time and distance are great healers.fuquinayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05996168855030440765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276394445294788649.post-33713365488650573142008-08-09T09:17:00.000-04:002008-08-09T09:17:00.000-04:00I love the pictures. But doesn't writing about wha...I love the pictures. But doesn't writing about what happened way back when (well not THAT way back) bring back the bad memories too? Like when they stopped talking to you with no explanation?Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17568099410269516012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276394445294788649.post-26436472733792146562008-08-08T17:16:00.000-04:002008-08-08T17:16:00.000-04:00What great remembrances. My main regret from that...What great remembrances. My main regret from that time of my life is that I was in my own world. I only had a few good friends, and even some of those, I wonder now how good of friends we really were. I wonder sometimes why I was like that - I think had a wall up around myself, and I didn't want to get hurt by anyone, so I didn't let anyone in. I wish I had been more open.<BR/><BR/>It's nice to live vicariously through your memories, though. :) And I wonder what happened, too. Was there ever an explanation? Or just an apology?Rachhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10361507787942344662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276394445294788649.post-6980514760345020802008-08-08T15:20:00.000-04:002008-08-08T15:20:00.000-04:00Keri, the ironic thing is that I wasn't one of the...Keri, the ironic thing is that I <I>wasn't</I> one of the cool kids. Well, OK, I was übercool, but not too many other people knew it. ;-) We were just the regular kids.fuquinayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05996168855030440765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276394445294788649.post-56682987067712762232008-08-08T13:53:00.000-04:002008-08-08T13:53:00.000-04:00FABULOUS portrait of your youth. I was such a naiv...FABULOUS portrait of your youth. <BR/><BR/>I was such a naive geek. I <B>never</B> knew what the cool kids were doing or where the parties were. Gawd I was sheltered.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276394445294788649.post-6956607984462915832008-08-08T09:00:00.000-04:002008-08-08T09:00:00.000-04:00Just love that b&w of you.Just love that b&w of you.cybergabihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11046481296417994068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276394445294788649.post-3233781102030637242008-08-07T16:21:00.000-04:002008-08-07T16:21:00.000-04:00I really enjoyed reading this and it made me think...I really enjoyed reading this and it made me think about my own adolesence. <BR/><BR/>My parents did a pretty good job keeping us innocent with church, church and more CHURCH so our period of rebellious behaviour was short lived. :) Now we are all married with children and wondering what is in store for us as parents!Ashleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17017719578922384169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8276394445294788649.post-66331125417280064052008-08-07T14:31:00.000-04:002008-08-07T14:31:00.000-04:00Times sure have changed. I just caught up with my ...Times sure have changed. <BR/><BR/>I just caught up with my Andrea when I went to Boston in April. It was fun.<BR/><BR/>I was never in on the spin the bottle the cool kids played during recess in 5th grade. I was a total dork until junior high.Lysandra Cook Photographyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02282852449496189406noreply@blogger.com