childhood memories
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Snails are delicious to eat when baked properly.
Never had them, but I like baked clams.
Try them, you'll be very suprised at how sweet and soft they are when cooked right.
That's the best way, then ask them , if you like the snails, how they prepaired them.
I mean, if I looked after them for three days, I couldn't eat them. :bawl:
Ever hear the screams of cooking snails....a horrible sound! 
That only means they weren't given their ceromomial last rite bath correctly and should have been cleaned off better.
Hey, we're leaking! HEY! I'm being crushed! Watch the umbilical... WTF?! Stop....squeeezing..... me... What the fuck is this? AAAAAAHHH what's this in my lungs! Who are you? Let go of me! Giants! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!
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M*W: The memories of my childhood are:
Walking in the mountains of Southern WV with my English grandfather.
Grandpa teaching me all about trains, life in England in the late 1800s, and shooting squirrels for dinner.
My Appalachian Granny from East Tennessee taught me how to cook bear meat.
My Granny taught me how to be a midwife, natural pharmacist, mortician, doctor and lover of nature. She taught me about trees and every species of bird and their bird calls.
Waking up in the cool crisp morning and smelling the mountain air.
Trying not to fall down the mountain.
Shooting guns for target practice.
Riding my bicycle all over hell and creation, and going where my parents boldly told me not to go.
Going fishing with my dad.
Playing outside and running all over the place in a time it was safe to do so.
I was an only child and always wanted a baby brother or sister but never had one.
finally surviving a mother who was harsh and controlling and whom I feared.
Hours spent alone writing poetry.
M*W: The memories of my childhood are:
Walking in the mountains of Southern WV with my English grandfather.
Grandpa teaching me all about trains, life in England in the late 1800s, and shooting squirrels for dinner.
My Appalachian Granny from East Tennessee taught me how to cook bear meat.
My Granny taught me how to be a midwife, natural pharmacist, mortician, doctor and lover of nature. She taught me about trees and every species of bird and their bird calls.
Waking up in the cool crisp morning and smelling the mountain air.
Trying not to fall down the mountain.
Shooting guns for target practice.
Riding my bicycle all over hell and creation, and going where my parents boldly told me not to go.
Going fishing with my dad.
Playing outside and running all over the place in a time it was safe to do so.
I was an only child and always wanted a baby brother or sister but never had one.
finally surviving a mother who was harsh and controlling and whom I feared.
Hours spent alone writing poetry.