tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920671728501732854.post2602031413300579938..comments2023-05-22T08:07:21.318-05:00Comments on GerbilDroppings: Time Marches On...Gothguyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02648816340744992616noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920671728501732854.post-36501956000089385462009-09-25T02:21:09.621-05:002009-09-25T02:21:09.621-05:00I dislike getting older VERY intensely!I dislike getting older VERY intensely!Tommynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920671728501732854.post-43672974804519125192009-09-23T22:57:09.797-05:002009-09-23T22:57:09.797-05:00Happiest time in my life was first thru third grad...Happiest time in my life was first thru third grade in the mid 50s in Lovington, NM. I intend to drive out there one day and retrace my steps where I used to walk to school by myself.<br /><br />Weekends, I'd walk all the way across town to play with my best friend. We didn't have phones so we just walked over to see if the other could play. In between was the downtown square and a movie Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5920671728501732854.post-4428897549182789782009-09-23T18:30:32.236-05:002009-09-23T18:30:32.236-05:00I know exactly what you mean - and feel. It's...I know exactly what you mean - and feel. It's just another feeling of our "lost youth."DammitWomannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10266373668091379773noreply@blogger.com