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I Have Nothing to Wear: Holiday Sweaters



I grew up in a small(er) town - when I saw my first real city, I couldn't get over the fact that entire neighborhoods occupied hills that would be bare where I lived. That was an eye-opener.


Last night I was dreaming of being with my parents. I can't remember the details, where we were or what we were doing, I don't think it was anything outstanding, but I had this incredible feeling of comfort, of being home.

The place I grew up was in the care of my parents and it has influenced me greatly. The most important things about me, came from them. My values, my outlook on life (positive and resilliant),my compassion, my pride, my thrist for knowledge and even my talent for writing - all of it instilled and/or fostered by my parents. How lucky I was.

Laura of Rebellious Thoughts of a Woman

Growing up in New York City has instilled in me a respect and expectation for differences, as well as a certain amount of anxiety, along with an independent streak because even in a big city people can be too comforted by the comforts of home.

Liz A.

I hate where I grew up, and will do everything in my power to never live there again. I don't trust anyone who comes across as extremely religious. Damn Bible Belt.

Laura of Rebellious Thoughts of a Woman

Liz, I hope you are happy in the place that has become your home.

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