my mom told me if you never took a splinter out of your finger it would go into your bloodstream and pierce your heart and you would die. The only way to get it out was with a firey hot needle, ...

this reminds me of "those fruit rollups stick to the insides of your stomach"

I never heard that one before!

yea my mom was jealous that we didn't want to eat all natural fruit leather.

lol, FRUIT LEATHER!

well my parents WERE hippies. they used to grow/make everything we ate and wore for that matter lol.

haha o man.. remember those HORRIBLE matching dresses mom always made fo rus for every assembly and convention... its no wonder we didn't have friends...

hey you're just upset cus you didn't have ones made of terrycloth on the top. that kept me and sum soooo cool at yankee.