tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567723504977931374.post1191929887926057475..comments2024-03-28T18:27:41.244-07:00Comments on Titere con Bonete: The Haunted Room in Calipat that reminded me of a Ship and Barbies and GI JoeAliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18196096131750922174noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567723504977931374.post-15955712838063390922014-04-09T20:47:38.941-07:002014-04-09T20:47:38.941-07:00I agree Sextant...not only that but they aren'...I agree Sextant...not only that but they aren't even allowed out of their parents sight! I remember my mom would throw us out of the house in the morning after breakfast and tell us not to come back until we saw my dad's truck come home for lunch. We would ride bikes and play school and shoot marbles and just run around being kids. We weren't scare anyone would kidnap us or hurt us in any way. I had a wonderful childhood! Just wonderful!Aliciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18196096131750922174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567723504977931374.post-14283834221194952082014-04-09T17:10:53.837-07:002014-04-09T17:10:53.837-07:00Cool memories! It is amazing how a memory can be...Cool memories! It is amazing how a memory can be fired by one thing such as the photo of the knotty pine walls. <br /><br />I often think we were lucky to grow up back when kids were still kids and kind of run kid world without much interference from adults. Adults sort of assured our safety, and minded their own business. Now days, it seems to me that kids have so many obligations, school, homework, this class, that sport that they must make time for everything under the sun except being a kid. I feel sorry for them. Sextanthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02869179401767968180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567723504977931374.post-9756837488951472442014-04-09T07:25:58.992-07:002014-04-09T07:25:58.992-07:00I didn't think about that. Actually the family...I didn't think about that. Actually the family that lived in the house north of us lives here in Bakersfield now and I see them all the time. I'm going to ask their dad. I think my mom just didn't like the all wood walls.<br /><br />Hey...nice to see you visiting my blog! Aliciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18196096131750922174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567723504977931374.post-33446668566624044612014-04-08T21:32:16.691-07:002014-04-08T21:32:16.691-07:00Who were your neighbors at the time? Maybe they kn...Who were your neighbors at the time? Maybe they knew something about the house.Ofelia Orteganoreply@blogger.com