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	<title>Comments on: Sharing My Stories: First Cars</title>
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		<title>By: Kim</title>
		<link>http://www.primary-sources.com/blog/2009/03/05/sharing-my-stories-first-cars/comment-page-1/#comment-23384</link>
		<dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2009 03:16:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Many years ago I had a boyfriend who drove a red Triumph. Just riding in that car made me feel sexy. Now I don&#039;t even remember the boyfriend&#039;s name -- but I sure remember his car.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Many years ago I had a boyfriend who drove a red Triumph. Just riding in that car made me feel sexy. Now I don&#8217;t even remember the boyfriend&#8217;s name &#8212; but I sure remember his car.</p>
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		<title>By: Roland Hulme</title>
		<link>http://www.primary-sources.com/blog/2009/03/05/sharing-my-stories-first-cars/comment-page-1/#comment-23373</link>
		<dc:creator>Roland Hulme</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Mar 2009 21:20:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My first car was a £400 Triumph TR7. The insurance cost more than the car!

I LOVED that car, though. I&#039;ve had a thing for red sportcars with pop-up headlights ever since!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My first car was a £400 Triumph TR7. The insurance cost more than the car!</p>
<p>I LOVED that car, though. I&#8217;ve had a thing for red sportcars with pop-up headlights ever since!</p>
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		<title>By: Kim</title>
		<link>http://www.primary-sources.com/blog/2009/03/05/sharing-my-stories-first-cars/comment-page-1/#comment-23336</link>
		<dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Mar 2009 02:21:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I didn&#039;t appreciate my grandmother selling me her Buick for only $200, either. I know now she could have used the increased money she would have received if she&#039;d sold it to someone else. But at the time I took her generosity and love for granted -- isn&#039;t that what grandmas do?  I&#039;d like to hope my own grandchildren will be more aware, but they probably won&#039;t be. And I&#039;ll forgive them, just as my grandmother forgave me.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I didn&#8217;t appreciate my grandmother selling me her Buick for only $200, either. I know now she could have used the increased money she would have received if she&#8217;d sold it to someone else. But at the time I took her generosity and love for granted &#8212; isn&#8217;t that what grandmas do?  I&#8217;d like to hope my own grandchildren will be more aware, but they probably won&#8217;t be. And I&#8217;ll forgive them, just as my grandmother forgave me.</p>
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		<title>By: Helen Ginger</title>
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		<dc:creator>Helen Ginger</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Mar 2009 23:46:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I remember my first car because my mother gave it to me. I couldn&#039;t even tell you what it was. A Dodge, I think. At the time, I didn&#039;t appreciate it as much as I should have. Oh, don&#039;t get me wrong, I loved it and was so happy to get it. But it wasn&#039;t until much later that I came to realize what my mother had sacrificed to give it to me.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember my first car because my mother gave it to me. I couldn&#8217;t even tell you what it was. A Dodge, I think. At the time, I didn&#8217;t appreciate it as much as I should have. Oh, don&#8217;t get me wrong, I loved it and was so happy to get it. But it wasn&#8217;t until much later that I came to realize what my mother had sacrificed to give it to me.</p>
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