tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821951643796229340.post6828589667904819673..comments2024-01-23T21:13:33.916-08:00Comments on Here, There be a Writer: OctPoWriMo - Day 5 - Understanding (When I was Younger)Here, There be a Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12181791525156482545noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821951643796229340.post-54315904683301669952017-10-07T05:16:17.556-07:002017-10-07T05:16:17.556-07:00Spot on! Spot on! Angela van Sonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01280957371138430550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821951643796229340.post-15616587139241686442017-10-05T19:41:54.971-07:002017-10-05T19:41:54.971-07:00Thanks for the remembrance of how much candy a dol...Thanks for the remembrance of how much candy a dollar could buy :)ms_lilihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03999098267891256848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821951643796229340.post-77241761132596910752017-10-05T16:28:54.879-07:002017-10-05T16:28:54.879-07:00Captures the innocence of childhood.Captures the innocence of childhood.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7821951643796229340.post-22553636636248930092017-10-05T15:33:49.466-07:002017-10-05T15:33:49.466-07:00Adulting is sometimes no fun at all. Unless . . . ...Adulting is sometimes no fun at all. Unless . . . we remain with a child spirit.Ankehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11077677076526744467noreply@blogger.com