tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370963538412640936.post7871541745343882868..comments2023-11-03T00:29:11.690-07:00Comments on I Pee In The Wind: Meeting The 12 Year Old Me - a look back in timeTentCamperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00911767583033104298noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370963538412640936.post-67615515529471892692008-07-29T09:29:00.000-07:002008-07-29T09:29:00.000-07:00There may be a day he reflects back to this conver...There may be a day he reflects back to this conversation he had with you.. He may not have heard you now.. but there is a good chance it will sink in and he will turn to you later..Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370963538412640936.post-38829404757677712202008-07-28T21:15:00.000-07:002008-07-28T21:15:00.000-07:00Beautiful. Remember that if it wasn't for what tha...Beautiful. Remember that if it wasn't for what that 12 year old boy went through, you wouldn't be who you are now. I know it seemed like life wasn't fair to you and it doesn't sound like it was. Still, honestly, life is what you make it. You can take those hard cards and go through life as a victim or become someone better in spite of it! It looks to me like you did the latter. <BR/><BR/>Great post.https://www.blogger.com/profile/10112766306021310705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370963538412640936.post-90382129534557601442008-07-28T18:11:00.000-07:002008-07-28T18:11:00.000-07:00Aw, man.Aw, man.Rheahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11027061380778030388noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370963538412640936.post-73708924903811804212008-07-28T17:39:00.000-07:002008-07-28T17:39:00.000-07:00Tenter, your inner child is confused, I think. I ...Tenter, your inner child is confused, I think. I love how you are able to get in touch with your youner self and write about it.Insane Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13772208953959596713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370963538412640936.post-11315252493717773232008-07-28T16:57:00.000-07:002008-07-28T16:57:00.000-07:00The girl that I met the first time was six and she...The girl that I met the first time was six and she is always on a porch swing and doesn't look up when I talk and she doesn't want any help. <BR/><BR/>I called her out again when she was ten and it was too late, the damage was done. <BR/><BR/>One day, I found her when she was eight. She was crying and then she listened. I know exactly where to find her and I am surprised that the grown up needs her more than she will ever need me. I actually think the eight year old me was wiser than I will ever be. <BR/><BR/>P.S. Stay away from my inner child, Tenter! Do you year me? <BR/><BR/>;)Candid Carriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11421804696146084068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370963538412640936.post-69007866784922058442008-07-28T16:53:00.000-07:002008-07-28T16:53:00.000-07:00thanks brotha!thanks brotha!TentCamperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00911767583033104298noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8370963538412640936.post-71640429085568746382008-07-28T16:44:00.000-07:002008-07-28T16:44:00.000-07:00(knuckle tap) from me to you.(knuckle tap) from me to you.Dirty White boyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04512609340464356355noreply@blogger.com