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Beautiful display of the joy of childhood exhibited by an amazing sentient being in a slightly hairier form than our own.This picture was taken on a trip to the Phoenix Zoo in Arizona October 21, 2006.

life is not like a box of roses

life is not a box of roses

I think I could have taken the entire month's worth of pictures in the alleys in mount pleasant.

About this one, I like the 10+ year old toys and vinyl siding and peeling door, all behind the bars in the fence. I think it's really sad.

Ana's return to childhood in Porto Cristo

life is not a box of roses

life is not like a box of roses

life is not like a box of roses

Becky holds Derek with Doug

One of my favourites when I was a nipper.

When I think of childhood toys, the first thing that comes to mind is my favorite stuffed animal (the well worn, dirty, torn teddy bear). My grandfather gave this to me for my second Christmas. I don't remember that Christmas or him. He passed away within the following year, however, because of how he felt about me I love that teddy bear. The next thing I think of is puppies. This little guy is about a year and full of the energy of a child. I combined these two things because they remind me of childhood.

"No hope, no life, just pain and fear

No food, no love, just greed is here"

 

Iron Maiden-Childhood`s end

Childhood, O2 Academy, Leeds

Me (center), Paul (left) and Katie (right) on a hike near a waterfall. Judging from the shirt I would have been a sophomore in high school or thereabouts.

小時候臉頰非常嬰兒肥,所以二伯一直都用台語叫我"肉包"..f^_^;...

life is not a box of roses

Childhood home of Hank's until his mid 20's. #iphone

matteo,luca e andrea....la meglio gioventù!

Jeff's childhood home 60 years after moving out. Fun to hear stories of how he snuck out of his 2nd story bedroom window when his parents thought he was upstairs. A tornado recently tore through this neighborhood destroying many of the homes. This one was spared.

LIFE IS NOT LIKE A BOX OF ROSES

life is not a box of roses

life is not like a box of roses

Memories of my childhood with friends and family.

LIFE IS NOT A BOX OF ROSES

Sept ’84. Elissa, me (age 4), and Angela, with Dad and Mom.

Childhood Violence

Mixed Media

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