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lapietra · 10-15-2004, 07:33 AM

No storytelling. Just make me see it, feel it, hear it, smell it.

lapietra · 10-15-2004, 07:35 AM

sitting on a back porch at night
watching the rain
smoking a cigar
drinking good Scotch
good conversation
for hours

nycwriters · 10-15-2004, 08:03 AM

grandfather's hot chocolate
foot rubs to warm up cold feet
layers of clothing to go outside and play for hours
snow forts that turned into ice forts as they melted
skate-a-thons on the canal
roaring fires to come home to after school
flintstones at lunch

Audreyvgs · 10-15-2004, 03:04 PM

herding the shaggy ponies
to a corner of the field
Me grabbin one by the halter
Dad throwin me on
me holdin on for dear life
in the cold fall air
me fallin fallin
boom no breath
just missin
the creek
knuckle scratched by a hoof
on the way down
muddy

proud of my
new war wound
wish it would stay

Magpie · 10-15-2004, 03:14 PM

California, 8 yrs old..

Suzzane and I, high heels and gloves, dressed up fluffy dogs in doll clothes, tea party set up in sun on deck... dogs sit obdient at table in bonnets only awaiting next tiny piece of cheese as Suzzane and I are convinced they civalized, sipping our kool aid with pinkies extended.

Coffee · 10-15-2004, 03:46 PM

Scent of honeysuckle on the back fence.
Scent of fresh mowed grass.
Subtle odor of decaying creek plants from other side of fence.
Finding a cat poops in our sandbox.
Flinging them at my brothers. Ducking their flings.
All 3 of us jumping the fence, splashing cross the creek and becoming Indians and Cowboys by the time we reached the top of the hill across the street.
Stick rifles.
Branch Bows.
Pack Mule Dogs.

'LUNCH TIME GET IN HERE NOW!"

Becoming little boys again as we run back home for fried bologne sandwiches.

zero · 10-15-2004, 04:09 PM

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Hermione · 10-15-2004, 04:26 PM

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lapietra · 10-15-2004, 05:03 PM

sitting in the back of my parents' car
I miss him so much...

Here they come!
And they're carrying.... Rocky Raccoon!
He's come back to life!
And I will never wash him again.

Coffee · 10-15-2004, 05:12 PM

Lurking near the liquor store.
Waiting for a bum.
Hey buddy, buy us these, buy yourself that.
Drunken teens whooping it up in the eucalyptus forested hills on what seemed the worlds highest rope swing.
No one got hurt, eveyone puked.
Draggin tired asses back home.

The day I resolved to stick to beer, and leave the hard stuff on the ground of that hill.

10-15-2004, 07:33 AM	#1
lapietra half baked Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: just ducky Posts: 12,078	favorite memories No storytelling. Just make me see it, feel it, hear it, smell it. __________________ “As long as the world is turning and spinning, we're gonna be dizzy and we're gonna make mistakes.” ~ Mel Brooks

10-15-2004, 07:35 AM	#2
lapietra half baked Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: just ducky Posts: 12,078	sitting on a back porch at night watching the rain smoking a cigar drinking good Scotch good conversation for hours __________________ “As long as the world is turning and spinning, we're gonna be dizzy and we're gonna make mistakes.” ~ Mel Brooks

10-15-2004, 03:14 PM	#5
Magpie Wishing on a pickle. Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: One mile up Posts: 3,082	California, 8 yrs old.. Suzzane and I, high heels and gloves, dressed up fluffy dogs in doll clothes, tea party set up in sun on deck... dogs sit obdient at table in bonnets only awaiting next tiny piece of cheese as Suzzane and I are convinced they civalized, sipping our kool aid with pinkies extended. __________________ Sometimes evil drives a mini van.

10-15-2004, 05:03 PM	#9
lapietra half baked Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: just ducky Posts: 12,078	sitting in the back of my parents' car I miss him so much... Here they come! And they're carrying.... Rocky Raccoon! He's come back to life! And I will never wash him again. __________________ “As long as the world is turning and spinning, we're gonna be dizzy and we're gonna make mistakes.” ~ Mel Brooks

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10-15-2004, 08:03 AM	#3
nycwriters Stuck in T.O. Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: Floundering Posts: 4,134	grandfather's hot chocolate foot rubs to warm up cold feet layers of clothing to go outside and play for hours snow forts that turned into ice forts as they melted skate-a-thons on the canal roaring fires to come home to after school flintstones at lunch

10-15-2004, 03:04 PM	#4
Audreyvgs Blue's Clues Join Date: Aug 2003 Location: on Yur Last Nerve, huh? Posts: 5,412	herding the shaggy ponies to a corner of the field Me grabbin one by the halter Dad throwin me on me holdin on for dear life in the cold fall air me fallin fallin boom no breath just missin the creek knuckle scratched by a hoof on the way down muddy proud of my new war wound wish it would stay

10-15-2004, 03:46 PM	#6
Coffee Cheeses Save Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: Floating Posts: 9,204	Scent of honeysuckle on the back fence. Scent of fresh mowed grass. Subtle odor of decaying creek plants from other side of fence. Finding a cat poops in our sandbox. Flinging them at my brothers. Ducking their flings. All 3 of us jumping the fence, splashing cross the creek and becoming Indians and Cowboys by the time we reached the top of the hill across the street. Stick rifles. Branch Bows. Pack Mule Dogs. 'LUNCH TIME GET IN HERE NOW!" Becoming little boys again as we run back home for fried bologne sandwiches.

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Hermione monkey Join Date: Dec 2002 Posts: 3,060	I love this thread.

10-15-2004, 05:12 PM	#10
Coffee Cheeses Save Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: Floating Posts: 9,204	Lurking near the liquor store. Waiting for a bum. Hey buddy, buy us these, buy yourself that. Drunken teens whooping it up in the eucalyptus forested hills on what seemed the worlds highest rope swing. No one got hurt, eveyone puked. Draggin tired asses back home. The day I resolved to stick to beer, and leave the hard stuff on the ground of that hill.