tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603918593099737980.post1327677727241300073..comments2023-06-04T06:44:14.665-07:00Comments on The Georgia Pages: Allergic to RegretGeorgiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03291840678314592544noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603918593099737980.post-70808282304202395782012-05-02T17:34:22.282-07:002012-05-02T17:34:22.282-07:00It was easy for me to "relive" that memo...It was easy for me to "relive" that memory with you as you described it so well.<br />ha ha ha ha....you know what they say. "Pay backs a B...."wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13619293936418976914noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3603918593099737980.post-36154202959827724712012-05-02T08:30:23.937-07:002012-05-02T08:30:23.937-07:00This post reminds me of a favorite childhood book ...This post reminds me of a favorite childhood book called, "Big Sister and Little Sister". The younger of the two was tired of her big sister always taking care of her and constantly watching over her, so she hid in a field of tall grass. When big sister came looking for her and calling her name, she wouldn't answer, but sat silently in her hiding place. Finally, when big sister began to cry, little sister realized the love her sister had for her, and came out of her hiding place. She put an arm around her, and took on the role of the one "watching over". I loved that book - maybe because I was a little sister of a big sister! Thanks for the great story, and for bringing back some childhood memories of mine.Celia Turnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16160739250114474218noreply@blogger.com