i learned in class today that the voice actor for tigger was dead...the original one...which made me sad...and then when i got back from class i imdb the voice actors for some of my favorite kid shows and they're almost all dead...its like my childhood is dead...its not fair! my childhood needs a defib...

This is a pic of one of my favorite toys. I recently bought one exactly like the pic at a shop in my local mall called 'Gizmos'.  I used to love this toy when I was 8! I still do at 23...now I'm...it as a decoration in my bedroom and I'm going to show it to my pet. My cockatiel bird, Snowflake loves anything that makes noise like himself! He is going to chrip like crazy when I show him this!

As a youngster, I read an Aesop's Fable... about a bird who wanted the water at the bottom of a bottle, but could not reach it with its beak.  I guess turning the bottle on it's side was not  an option...pebbles of ice, as it filled the bottle and I was reminded of the image of the pebbles in the bird's bottle form the fable. I haven't thought of that story in "forever." That's what's on my brain

...and for the bad decisions i made along the way. but it was a statement that stuck with me for a long time, all the way til now. I think if i were to apply Transactional Analysis on myself, Childhood would definitely be one of the larger circles, out of the 3 which include Parents and Adulthood. I can tell stories from my childhood another time, when the right time comes. -----------...

I am severely in need of an update of some sort, especially as I have about half an hour before my 11-o'clock cultural anthropology class. To conserve space, here is a run down of the last 2 months: 1...likely progress much slower than my summer-story but...that's all right, as this new story seems to have a very persistent demeanor. I'm considering using it in [ Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('

I must remember to find the sparklers Lara gave me at the end of Henry. I would like to take them round to Dewald's so the Saffas can experience a taste of Bonfire Night. Mariette was asking me about it...we could have a bonfire and burn a Guy like we did when we were kids. It wouldn't be the same, though, without Mum telling us to put our stinking clothes in the laundry basket and get in the bath..

пыльные детские игрушки... неплохо..детство на 14 этаже.. та же самая комната...тот же самый балкон.. ночь и сигареты. как давно это было?..недавно?или совсем давно?.. или это уже потеряло смысл и значение.. винтаж tema_student

...unity of these underclasses. Divide children by subject, by age, by constant test rankings and by many other more subtle means, and it was unlikely that the ignorant mass of mankind, separated in childhood, would ever re-integrate into a dangerous whole. Inglis breaks down the actual purpose of modern schooling into six basic functions, any one of which is enough to curl the hair of those innocent...

I remember back in elementary school when we were learning about different ethnic groups. When we learned about the Native Americans, everyone that had even a drop of Native American blood shot their... You had better research the region's history, its language, its people, its current affairs. Don't just use your freckles or your hair color as a means to end the argument against non-believers.  

I had the weirdest experience of meeting my 1st love and childhood sweetheart for the 1st time in 5 years since he ruthlessly rejected me after 6 years of complete adulation for him. Let's just say that meetings like these messes with your head. Although it simultaneously lends itself to highlighting certain aspects of you and your life. I would be lying if I said that there wasn't a tinge of bittersweet...