tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046376.post114874909285442564..comments2023-06-19T06:49:21.735-05:00Comments on I remember....: Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06314638969031894375noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046376.post-1149902977541026092006-06-09T20:29:00.000-05:002006-06-09T20:29:00.000-05:00I remember being a very shy 6 year-old when my par...I remember being a very shy 6 year-old when my parents invited a family newly arrived from Germany to dinner. There was a 14 year-old son, and I was so scared by this fellow who spoke no English that I hid under my momo's sewing machine and would not come out, even though I was hungry and could smell the food from the kitchen and hear the laughter. Who were these strangers keeping me from my own dinner???? Turns out I was the loser, hungry and left out. I think the scary boy redeemed himself by bringing me a piece of cake, and just setting it by the sewing machine without trying to get me out....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046376.post-1149493861448681642006-06-05T02:51:00.000-05:002006-06-05T02:51:00.000-05:00Please write a book someday.Please write a book someday.Amberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17823709108675010221noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046376.post-1149277687137505832006-06-02T14:48:00.000-05:002006-06-02T14:48:00.000-05:00i hate when i get hurt by other people's complimen...i hate when i get hurt by other people's compliments.<BR/><BR/>--RC of strangeculture.blogspot.comRChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11340006144797496514noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046376.post-1148879496507372692006-05-29T00:11:00.000-05:002006-05-29T00:11:00.000-05:00I was a cuddly kid, I mean, I cuddled EVERYONE; th...I was a cuddly kid, I mean, I cuddled EVERYONE; the GI's that didn't have family nearby, my older sisters friends(guy or girl)...I climbed onto whoevers lap was available. Than I grew older and thought that maybe cuddles were something that I shouldn't demand of others so easily, as I stopped being the centre of attention. Now I'm slowly coming to the place of being cuddly again. Very slowly sometimes.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046376.post-1148845492677179152006-05-28T14:44:00.000-05:002006-05-28T14:44:00.000-05:00My Dad was not a cuddly kind of guy when I got pas...My Dad was not a cuddly kind of guy when I got past age 10. Even though we knew he loved us kids, was proud of us and all that, I would have given anything to have a cuddle with him when I was older than oh say, 12. We did have incredible talks though, I could (and usually did) tell him anything at all. Stuff that I cringe over now with the memory, but he never made me feel stupid.<BR/><BR/>I see AJ horse around with her Dad and I envy that she has such a close relationship that way with him. And you know, now that I think of it, she even has it with MY Dad. I guess he just got used to all his grandchildren jumping all over him, demanding the cuddles and hugs. Maybe he mellowed out in middle age!Annacondhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10086756736401415064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046376.post-1148790279003227632006-05-27T23:24:00.000-05:002006-05-27T23:24:00.000-05:00Funny, I'm just OK with cuddles. I feel as though ...Funny, I'm just OK with cuddles. I feel as though I'm being maulled. I don't even know where I get that ism-phobia from. Probably dad...<BR/>This just in: apparently I'm good at it!! <BR/>Whoo-hoo!!Spokehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06417910816242867147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046376.post-1148757580103965262006-05-27T14:19:00.000-05:002006-05-27T14:19:00.000-05:00'I think hugs and snuggles should be a gift given ...'I think hugs and snuggles should be a gift given to me, not a right demanded by me.'<BR/><BR/>Interesting... do you still feel this way now? As a mother?? <BR/><BR/>I see a paralell in my relationship with Jesus...do I miss out on stuff by not climbing on??toomanywhatifshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07904313886900469636noreply@blogger.com