tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772353322407022699.post950373403604386395..comments2023-05-07T02:42:28.740-07:00Comments on Whiskey and the morning after: The "good old days" aren't gone foreverUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772353322407022699.post-42020583229301763152012-08-15T13:34:41.271-07:002012-08-15T13:34:41.271-07:00My childhood is only worthy of being forgotten. I...My childhood is only worthy of being forgotten. I never will, and work hard, to ensure my daughter will NEVER have a childhood like mine. So, we go places, visit those we love regularly, get into flour fights when trying to bake bread (which is always a great door stopper in our house), she doesn't watch me drown in liquor and drugs, or parade seven men through the house weekly. She watches my husband and I argue and how we resolve it. She plays outside, I support her love of drawing and making home movies. I tell her she is a beautiful person, that what she wears isn't as important as how she treats others. Do I make mistakes? You bet your sweet bippy. Does she have some of the latest and greatest? yes. But she worked hard and bought them herself. 13 and she pays her own cell phone bill. Do I miss the "good old days"? No. Am I glad my child didn't grow up then? Yes. And I get to watch as my daughter shapes her childhood, with good memories and great adventures.T.J.https://www.blogger.com/profile/11719361269817168474noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7772353322407022699.post-67719328874542362782012-06-14T03:30:18.705-07:002012-06-14T03:30:18.705-07:00Awesome follow up to the Facebook picture.Awesome follow up to the Facebook picture.BrendaBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13045096986121926857noreply@blogger.com