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"Do anything good for your birthday?" one of your friendly B3TA moderator team asked in one of those father/son phone calls that last two minutes. "Yep," he said, "Your mum." Tell us about dads, lack of dad and being a dad.
Suggested by bROKEN aRROW
( , Thu 25 Nov 2010, 11:50)
"Do anything good for your birthday?" one of your friendly B3TA moderator team asked in one of those father/son phone calls that last two minutes. "Yep," he said, "Your mum." Tell us about dads, lack of dad and being a dad.
Suggested by bROKEN aRROW
( , Thu 25 Nov 2010, 11:50)
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I'm not sure I ever believed in Santa.
I was never that credulous a child. But when I was very young, I didn't exactly not believe in him either. Still, I know the moment when my agnosticism - or indifference - concerning questions of Yuletide ontology was replaced by disbelief.
I was at a kids' Christmas party of some sort. The lights were dimmed. Sleigh bells rang outside the door. And, dressed in a badly-fitting costume and a badly-fitting beard, in walked... my dad.
( , Wed 1 Dec 2010, 12:05, Reply)
I was never that credulous a child. But when I was very young, I didn't exactly not believe in him either. Still, I know the moment when my agnosticism - or indifference - concerning questions of Yuletide ontology was replaced by disbelief.
I was at a kids' Christmas party of some sort. The lights were dimmed. Sleigh bells rang outside the door. And, dressed in a badly-fitting costume and a badly-fitting beard, in walked... my dad.
( , Wed 1 Dec 2010, 12:05, Reply)
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