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Originally posted by 1savvydiva
Or let my grandmother tell it, (that's who I lived with in NY when I was younger, not my mother) she didn't burn you (actually she hasn't touched you yet), it was just steam. LMAO!!! Well SHII it burns!!!!!!
...you don't know what Blue Magic grease is.
...you can't remember ever running for the ice cream man.
...if you lived in the city, you never got wet running through the fire hydrant in the summer.
...the neighborhood 'candystore' was actually a store.
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How about you had a "Candy Lady" that lived in your apt. building/on your block/around the corner, and you stopped by there before you walked to school? LOL...
And I remember those days sitting in class bored when I was in the 5th grade...down ever slip and decide to lean your head against you hand--you ended up w/ Blue Magic ALL OVER you hand!!!
You played "double dutch"with an extension cord that was 50 ft long...
You lived in a house that had bars on the windows...
Or you have distinct memories of a certain period of time in your childhood when the "ice cream man" would come around at like 8pm--it would be JET DARK outside...hmm, you sell 'ice cream', you say? Sure...
