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What happy memories do you have? Are any happy AND sad, reminding you of things you've lost?--Al
-- Al Schroeder (al.schroeder@nashville.com), December 04, 1999
I have a trillion happy memories. The best being christmas mornings. I have 3 brothers all younger and Santa Claus always came. Till we were grown and gone. We would always wake up at 5 or 6 in the morning. Drag up my parents, because we couldn't go in the living room till they could go with us and see how happy we were. We would all enter the room and go to our place. Our place being where Santa left our goodies, I had the couch, nothing was wraped, my brother the chair, another brother under the tree and finally baby brothers in the corner. We always looked at what we had and then starte going over to each others place seeing what Santa brought them. My parents would always go back to bed once we were over the initial shockwave excitement. We stayed up and played with our stuff. Diana
-- diana (diana@clarksville.com), December 05, 1999.
My happy memory isn't just a memory, but a sound. When I was 7 years old we lived in a sleepy little town. In the summer I would lay on my back and close my eyes and let the sun warm my face. I would listen for the sound of the airplane's propellers. I must have found this a most peaceful and comforting sound. To this day, 38 years later I stop what I am doing and close my eyes and listen when I hear that sound, taking me back to those careful days of my youth.
-- Rebecca Schofield (Elizaphant@cs.com), May 13, 2001.
My happy memory isn't just a memory, but a sound. When I was 7 years old we lived in a sleepy little town. In the summer I would lay on my back and close my eyes and let the sun warm my face. I would listen for the sound of the airplane's propellers. I must have found this a most peaceful and comforting sound. To this day, 38 years later I stop what I am doing and close my eyes and listen when I hear that sound, taking me back to those carefree days of my youth.
-- Rebecca Schofield (Elizaphant@cs.com), May 13, 2001.