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	<title>Comments on: A toybox full of memories</title>
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		<title>By: Alexander</title>
		<link>http://maadmob.net/donna/blog/2004/a-toybox-full-of-memories#comment-233</link>
		<dc:creator>Alexander</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2004 22:12:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My daughter is excactly the same; if mum tries to get rid of some of the million toys she's got, there is an outburst of tears and several stories to why this perticular piece of broken plastic is important to her. As much as we don't really understand the "what" of that, we try to understand the "why" and respect her wishes, unless we can convince her otherwise.

I had similar experiences with myself when I moved from Norway to Australia about 5 months ago; there was a lot of stuff I really should have chucked, but they brought memories. We're funny this way, because the memories are supposed to be there regardless, free to ponder about at any given time we choose. But we don't. Maybe busy life gets in the way. I think a lot of us needs these visual triggers to remind us that the present life also includes a lot of past.

(BTW, Grace has mentioned your daughter on a few occasions, and would love a playdate. :)
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<p>I had similar experiences with myself when I moved from Norway to Australia about 5 months ago; there was a lot of stuff I really should have chucked, but they brought memories. We&#8217;re funny this way, because the memories are supposed to be there regardless, free to ponder about at any given time we choose. But we don&#8217;t. Maybe busy life gets in the way. I think a lot of us needs these visual triggers to remind us that the present life also includes a lot of past.</p>
<p>(BTW, Grace has mentioned your daughter on a few occasions, and would love a playdate. <img src='http://maadmob.net/donna/blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /></p>
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