KidsEither you love 'em or you hate 'em. Or in the case of Fred West - both. Tell us your ankle-biter stories.
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rob, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 15:10)
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Death. Oh, how cheeryWhen I was about 6 years old, my Great-Grandma died. Very sad times all round, as you can imagine. My mum sat me and my sister, then aged 4, down to tell us the bad news
Mum: Now girls, I've got some bad news for you. Your great grandma Scottie has died, but she's gone to heaven to be with Jesus
The Who Bird: Right. And what's the good news?
(, Fri 18 Apr 2008, 14:11, Reply)
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