tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462832360617892797.post5828187081235656693..comments2024-03-22T20:22:44.017-04:00Comments on Life in Quotations: Fond Childhood MemoriesBarryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04641761671561288846noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462832360617892797.post-8588643597930082262009-10-20T16:41:26.368-04:002009-10-20T16:41:26.368-04:00Nah, no imaginary friends or anything too creepy. ...Nah, no imaginary friends or anything too creepy. Unless you count the time my brother and I brought snakes home and they got loose in the basement. My mom's never come so close to killing me!Barryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04641761671561288846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462832360617892797.post-46944453551495967402009-10-20T15:19:47.959-04:002009-10-20T15:19:47.959-04:00That actually sounds like fun. It reminds me of bo...That actually sounds like fun. It reminds me of books I read as a kid where the 9-year-old boy with the over-active imagination really does find a ghost in the basement or a doorway to a nightmare or something. Very cool!<br />What a fun memory, even if it was a little scary for you. ;)Jennifer Fabuloushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07521908385026885699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462832360617892797.post-27002451044277774762009-10-20T13:28:51.628-04:002009-10-20T13:28:51.628-04:00Nah, it wasn't cold Cindy. It was an awesome ...Nah, it wasn't cold Cindy. It was an awesome place to be for a kid who has an overactive imagination.Barryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04641761671561288846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462832360617892797.post-32849378196035849882009-10-20T11:25:18.590-04:002009-10-20T11:25:18.590-04:00Aaaawww in the basement? That seems like punishmen...Aaaawww in the basement? That seems like punishment! Wasn't it cold there? I still sleep with the lights on sometimes... probably because things fly around my house and I get poked in the head at night.Cindyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00400632986764577294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462832360617892797.post-6297739181683540962009-10-19T23:14:29.164-04:002009-10-19T23:14:29.164-04:00I did that when I was seven. No wait, that was thi...I did that when I was seven. No wait, that was this morning.Barryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04641761671561288846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462832360617892797.post-64646735337693032502009-10-19T22:38:04.455-04:002009-10-19T22:38:04.455-04:00I used to flick the light switch on and off as fas...I used to flick the light switch on and off as fast as I could to make it look like some lame-ass imitation of lightning. Used to scare the crap out of myself. I still did it anyway....Tonyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15962464518956106665noreply@blogger.com