tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080869105730772394.post3308583607368767739..comments2012-08-10T12:44:31.732-05:00Comments on 3 Wheels and a mobile phone: One perfect Christmas...TomCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00384029723801475325noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080869105730772394.post-9993914389601005172010-12-11T17:48:30.888-06:002010-12-11T17:48:30.888-06:00I don't add stories about my brother and famil...I don't add stories about my brother and family because those are peripheral to my intent for this site and I don't feel that those stories would add value to the material here. <br /><br />Our upbringing and lives were and have been very different since childhood. We've never been close, even as children.<br /><br />Lyn/TomCatTomCathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00384029723801475325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080869105730772394.post-48187303243649065312010-12-11T16:27:50.048-06:002010-12-11T16:27:50.048-06:00Please tell me a few story's about growing up ...Please tell me a few story's about growing up with this brother you don't seem to care for. I too have an older brother. I just wish I could understand your stories a little better.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080869105730772394.post-5663990656774436912008-11-10T19:50:00.000-06:002008-11-10T19:50:00.000-06:00Lovely Circus story, lord I live the circus. I ha...Lovely Circus story, lord I live the circus. I have a book about the circus I've saved since I was five, thinking I'd give it to my child someday. That day came, and that poor book is in pieces, the binding has disintegrated. But I love it and share it with her all the same. I always wanted to be an equestrian in the circus and ride around the ring like a madwoman, climbing under the belly of a powerful horse as its hooves came within inches of my eyes, touched my hair.<BR/><BR/>Interestingly, my mailbox is the one I have now. I've been thinking a lot about it since I found a dead bird in it a few days ago. No idea how long the bird had been there...<BR/><BR/>As I read your post and thought about the Mailbox of Christmas Past, the only one that really sticks out in my mind was the one on Norway, its top having been punched in. It was fall and all sorts of acorns and leaves were on the ground. It was just a beige mailbox, an inanimate object accepting the brunt of some teenage boy's frustration.<BR/><BR/>So now I have my mailbox, it's the kind that hangs right on the house, it's white like the house, and every day for the last twelve years a very kind postman has walked all the way up to my door to deliver mail to my house. I like it, even if I did just find a dead bird in it.Sofiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07195876852486153325noreply@blogger.com