tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843066105387988709.post414115431086511419..comments2023-10-23T11:55:47.374-04:00Comments on Spyglass Lane: Elizabeth Ludwighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00056509500051387657noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843066105387988709.post-14773528239826742222008-06-06T20:12:00.000-04:002008-06-06T20:12:00.000-04:00darlene I tried to get into Narnia from my wardrob...darlene I tried to get into Narnia from my wardrobe many times.<BR/>I also wanted to climb the magic faraway tree. funny none of the pinetrees at the farm went anywhere.Ausjennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07644698706787568679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843066105387988709.post-58776622803836882582008-06-06T12:50:00.000-04:002008-06-06T12:50:00.000-04:00My fcllow up post must have disappeared into cyber...My fcllow up post must have disappeared into cyber-space. :) <BR/><BR/>Linda, your description of using your T-shirt as a super-long wig sounds like something my character Dina might have done (she of the pink, Christmas red, or green hair, depending on the day, of course.)<BR/><BR/>My own adventures were fairly mild. I looked for a jersey that would make me into a Star Trek officer; and of course I searched for "the ring" (all you Tolkien fans). Good thing I never found it. I might have turned into another Gollum!Darlene Franklinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12309528220394646410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843066105387988709.post-21340635951702808552008-06-04T19:24:00.000-04:002008-06-04T19:24:00.000-04:00My whole childhood is a blur of seven brothers and...My whole childhood is a blur of seven brothers and sisters. And neighbors across the road with seven kids.<BR/>I think we mostly just ran around in the woods. My mother's main discipline technique was "Go Outside"<BR/>No clothes out there.Mary Connealyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09598386111251769803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843066105387988709.post-29591763666238441862008-06-03T07:04:00.000-04:002008-06-03T07:04:00.000-04:00I had a dress up basket, a couple of mums old dres...I had a dress up basket, a couple of mums old dresses cut down. I had a nurses uniform and the cowgirl chaps etc (i had an older brother) I had a wig too at one stage. It was fun. I had an active imagination (still do).<BR/>use to play at being a shop keeper.Ausjennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07644698706787568679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843066105387988709.post-85180558136024242942008-06-02T22:47:00.000-04:002008-06-02T22:47:00.000-04:00Dear Darlene,I used to pull a tee=shirt over my he...Dear Darlene,<BR/><BR/>I used to pull a tee=shirt over my head, then pull it back over my ears and pretend I had super long hair that was whatever color the tee shirt was, of course. <BR/><BR/>Sometimes, I'd be a queen with a crown cut from a brown paper grocery bag or a jungle tour guide, a pioneer woman, a teacher (glasses halfway down the bridge of my nose). I always had fun. When you have an imagination, you'll never be bored!Linda Kozarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08372159327036786444noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843066105387988709.post-83597297480571214122008-06-02T16:53:00.000-04:002008-06-02T16:53:00.000-04:00I loved playing dress-up! I had such an active ima...I loved playing dress-up! I had such an active imagination as a kid and I loved to read. I used to dress up as whatever character happened to be in the latest book I was reading.Elizabeth Ludwighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00056509500051387657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843066105387988709.post-22841958422625994122008-06-02T13:56:00.000-04:002008-06-02T13:56:00.000-04:00I was always an Indian. Tomboys didn't wear dresse...I was always an Indian. Tomboys didn't wear dresses! I'm looking forward to reading your book.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04089903053496930165noreply@blogger.com