tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218017137310902714.post9026270493607152067..comments2023-10-17T10:17:28.786-04:00Comments on The Exception: The Simple ThingsThe Exceptionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13758654167029552230noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218017137310902714.post-18410385833409563182010-04-20T10:04:52.924-04:002010-04-20T10:04:52.924-04:00Sorrow - Childhood is mixed with all of those thin...Sorrow - Childhood is mixed with all of those things. There are things that are not always happy to remember too as my grandfather died, my brother and ai fought like cats and dogs sometimes, and coming to terms with my vision was likely more difficult than I like to remember. A mixed bag of happiness, love, joy, and challenges. <br /><br />And yes, lgelaly blind.The Exceptionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13758654167029552230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218017137310902714.post-13927011530685200222010-04-17T23:16:59.284-04:002010-04-17T23:16:59.284-04:00When I think of my childhood, It's a mixed bag...When I think of my childhood, It's a mixed bag of memories. The good ones, infused by the love of my paternal grand parents, the long and boring ones filled with just enough anxiety to make me long for summer by way of my parents, and the truly horrific ones, that I have attempted to fade by my maternal grandparents.<br />Shaped by all of them, I suppose I enjoy them more in retrospect.<br />~laughing~<br />Your daughter sounds like some one to aware, to Live in a fast paced world comfortably. <br />Legally blind? hmmmmSorrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03058557348955007784noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218017137310902714.post-298422350724397492010-04-17T17:46:07.114-04:002010-04-17T17:46:07.114-04:00LM - Childhood memories are fabulous.
DH - No - s...LM - Childhood memories are fabulous. <br />DH - No - she isn't depressed at all, she is just... one of those sensative souls who is aware that time is passing and that she can't get it back. Most of the time she is living in the moment... it is just now and again.The Exceptionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13758654167029552230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218017137310902714.post-41752077194211660482010-04-16T15:48:22.310-04:002010-04-16T15:48:22.310-04:00How strange that she is grieving life passing. Is ...How strange that she is grieving life passing. Is there depression going on? Just curious. Everyone is different. <br /><br />I loved playing with my friends.dadshousehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01850838844108349101noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218017137310902714.post-4377389142460760932010-04-16T12:15:25.291-04:002010-04-16T12:15:25.291-04:00I LOVED playing frisbee in the middle of the stree...I LOVED playing frisbee in the middle of the street with my sister, and yelling "CAR" if a car was coming. And fishing the frisbee out, while giggling madly, of the "boobie-gagas" (the green algae we so named in the stagnant water in the rocks across the street).<br /><br />I still get a nostalgic rush whenever I play frisbee. <br /><br />Thank you for helping me to reminisce today, TE! Be well.Mama Llamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04392701844744910258noreply@blogger.com