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	<title>Comments on: When I Was Young</title>
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		<title>By: Greg</title>
		<link>http://astroud.wordpress.com/when-i-was-young/#comment-30</link>
		<dc:creator>Greg</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jul 2007 15:35:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Such a touching story. I love reading writings like this. I think we Appalachians have such a way of linking to our grandparents and other relatives. We can also describe childhood memories in a way no one else can.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Such a touching story. I love reading writings like this. I think we Appalachians have such a way of linking to our grandparents and other relatives. We can also describe childhood memories in a way no one else can.</p>
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		<title>By: Heather</title>
		<link>http://astroud.wordpress.com/when-i-was-young/#comment-29</link>
		<dc:creator>Heather</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jul 2007 15:27:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wow...very nice reflection on your childhood.  I think we all have a time when were able to be the captain of our own ships.  It is just so sad that it is a place that we will never be able to returen.  Why didn&#039;t anyone tell us this back then?  :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow&#8230;very nice reflection on your childhood.  I think we all have a time when were able to be the captain of our own ships.  It is just so sad that it is a place that we will never be able to returen.  Why didn&#8217;t anyone tell us this back then?  <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: jstapleto</title>
		<link>http://astroud.wordpress.com/when-i-was-young/#comment-28</link>
		<dc:creator>jstapleto</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jul 2007 15:22:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Beautiful.  You make me long for the eyes of childhood innocence.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Beautiful.  You make me long for the eyes of childhood innocence.</p>
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		<title>By: mellis</title>
		<link>http://astroud.wordpress.com/when-i-was-young/#comment-27</link>
		<dc:creator>mellis</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jul 2007 15:17:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>We can go home again with our pens.  Thoughts like this are captured forever with our writings.  This memory is so beautiful that I had to write &quot;perty too&quot;.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We can go home again with our pens.  Thoughts like this are captured forever with our writings.  This memory is so beautiful that I had to write &#8220;perty too&#8221;.</p>
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		<title>By: Dolores Scherer</title>
		<link>http://astroud.wordpress.com/when-i-was-young/#comment-26</link>
		<dc:creator>Dolores Scherer</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jul 2007 15:12:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I love the feeling that this piece evokes.  Our childhood years do take on a larger than life meaning, don&#039;t they?  You are a super writer, keep it up.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love the feeling that this piece evokes.  Our childhood years do take on a larger than life meaning, don&#8217;t they?  You are a super writer, keep it up.</p>
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		<title>By: Robin</title>
		<link>http://astroud.wordpress.com/when-i-was-young/#comment-25</link>
		<dc:creator>Robin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jul 2007 15:07:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Your imagery was so strong here I could almost feel it.  What a wonderful tribute to childhood.  Thanks for sharing.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your imagery was so strong here I could almost feel it.  What a wonderful tribute to childhood.  Thanks for sharing.</p>
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		<title>By: Bonnie</title>
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		<dc:creator>Bonnie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jul 2007 15:03:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I loved thinking about the times that I spent in my dad&#039;s garden. He used to force me to help, but after a few hours and many &quot;new potatoes&quot; chopped in half--he didn&#039;t make me anymore. I was a BEAST with the hoe! And kudos to Kim--&quot;it is a shame that youth is wasted on the young&quot;. Wouldn&#039;t you like to know all that you know now...back then?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I loved thinking about the times that I spent in my dad&#8217;s garden. He used to force me to help, but after a few hours and many &#8220;new potatoes&#8221; chopped in half&#8211;he didn&#8217;t make me anymore. I was a BEAST with the hoe! And kudos to Kim&#8211;&#8221;it is a shame that youth is wasted on the young&#8221;. Wouldn&#8217;t you like to know all that you know now&#8230;back then?</p>
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		<title>By: Kim</title>
		<link>http://astroud.wordpress.com/when-i-was-young/#comment-23</link>
		<dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jul 2007 14:54:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Angela,

This is a wonderful piece.  It definitely took me back to the time when I was young helping my grandmother in her garden.  I wish I could have just one more day, or even one more hour to spend with her.  It&#039;s a shame that youth is wasted on the young.
Kim</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Angela,</p>
<p>This is a wonderful piece.  It definitely took me back to the time when I was young helping my grandmother in her garden.  I wish I could have just one more day, or even one more hour to spend with her.  It&#8217;s a shame that youth is wasted on the young.<br />
Kim</p>
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		<title>By: iannolte</title>
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		<dc:creator>iannolte</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jul 2007 14:50:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Angela, I love this piece. This sentence is particularly beautiful: &quot;As I grew older the rock, or ship, didn’t seem so large and my adventures in the tempest were fewer and fewer and I became sad.&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Angela, I love this piece. This sentence is particularly beautiful: &#8220;As I grew older the rock, or ship, didn’t seem so large and my adventures in the tempest were fewer and fewer and I became sad.&#8221;</p>
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