Windsor Park Library Blog

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Who is your hero/heroine?

8 Comments:

At 10:23 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

My hero is Chiho, because she is such an excellent logo designer!

 
At 10:57 AM, Blogger sandieriver said...

thanks! well, now i think maybe we don't need 'wired' for the title. it's obviously tryint to harmonize with wfy project, but 'wired youth' sounds like this blog is only for 'wired' kids. no?..what do you all think?

 
At 12:46 PM, Blogger field said...

Does my hero have to be alive? If not being alive is ok my hero would be my tivo. It records shows for me when I'm not home. If my hero has to be a person then it would be my Dad.

 
At 8:03 AM, Blogger sandieriver said...

STEVE VAI!

he's an awesome guitar player. great melody maker.

field, that's very cool your hero is your dad. (apart from tivo) tell us about your Dad!

 
At 5:11 PM, Blogger sandieriver said...

wow, dads are pop. i can't believe it honestly. my dad is very strict and not talkative at al, so he could be a good dad but not in a way to be like a hero.

 
At 6:47 PM, Blogger robin said...

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At 6:49 PM, Blogger robin said...

My heroine is She-ra, because she has a punk rock tiara, a magical sword and a pet unicorn. What more could a girl ask for?

 
At 9:15 PM, Blogger field said...

my dad was kind of like a second mom. very nurturing and caring. he did most of the cooking, laundry, etc, but then took me fishing and worked on father-son projects in the garage. when i was very young, 5 or 6, i remember asking my dad if we could plant a tree. (i had no idea how long it took for trees to grow.) so we planted an acorn in a pot with potting soil and kept it watered. some days i sat outside and watched. it wasn't very interesting, but i was pretty patient and easily entertained. today my oak tree is planted at my mom's house and is about 35 feet tall with a trunk as wide as a pancake. it's such a great feeling to go outside and look at it when i visit. maybe that's what having kids is like.

 

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