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	<title>Comments on: Expectations of Memory</title>
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		<title>By: Sean</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sean</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 06 Jun 2010 08:20:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dads&#039; are like that. They play their fatherly role for their children, and rarely do you see them as they once were, before they became a parent. When it happens, it&#039;s like they are a different person, someone younger and more vibrant.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dads&#8217; are like that. They play their fatherly role for their children, and rarely do you see them as they once were, before they became a parent. When it happens, it&#8217;s like they are a different person, someone younger and more vibrant.</p>
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		<title>By: Eric</title>
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		<dc:creator>Eric</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 06 Jun 2010 01:14:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You know, the most memorable things I have as a child that I can remember 13 years ago was some of my grandparents cooking. Maybe life wasn&#039;t so great back then or that my taste-bud wasn&#039;t as developed, but I remember that her cooking was like the best thing I ever tasted in the world. It takes me back to the summer time where all my cousins will come over and we will just eat and enjoy ourselves. I could always see the bowl of special noodle that my grandma makes....

Makes me a bit sad that you didn&#039;t enjoy the noodle, maybe what your dad enjoyed the most was the experience.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You know, the most memorable things I have as a child that I can remember 13 years ago was some of my grandparents cooking. Maybe life wasn&#8217;t so great back then or that my taste-bud wasn&#8217;t as developed, but I remember that her cooking was like the best thing I ever tasted in the world. It takes me back to the summer time where all my cousins will come over and we will just eat and enjoy ourselves. I could always see the bowl of special noodle that my grandma makes&#8230;.</p>
<p>Makes me a bit sad that you didn&#8217;t enjoy the noodle, maybe what your dad enjoyed the most was the experience.</p>
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