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the neighborhood is in mourning
this is almost symbolic of the death of my childhood, the end of the land of make believe. i can no longer deny my existence or live in my psedo-reality. i must face up to the fact that it is time for me to move on and take the next step in my life. it won't be easy, but plenty of people have done this before me, and i will be victorious
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After I heard the about him on the news I went to school and when I walked in the english room I noticed that the quote of the day was, "It's a sad day in the neighbor hood."
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yeah...he put on his last sweater. i heard big bird has beak cancer too. where have you gone oh childhood hills? whose dreams do you fill now?
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reverend fred rogers was from latrobe, pennsylvania which is a half hour from robin hill. he lived in shadyside up until he died which is a trendy part of pittsburgh where we have some gardening accounts. he filmed his show at wqed, one of the oldest public broadcasting stations in the country.
there is a family amusement park near latrobe, in ligonier, called idlewild. they have a mister roger's neighbourhood section. you can ride the trolley through a life size land of make-believe.
the dude was an institution and should be made a saint for all he did for children.
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i heard he was in korea or some shit in the military and he held the record for the most kills with his bare hands. special ops n shit. o damn.
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sparkplug ft mc agustus 745
don't stop don't quit keep on til the dawn kid.
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"What do you do with the mad that you feel
When you feel so mad you could bite?
When the whole wide world seems oh, so wrong...
And nothing you do seems very right?"
- Fred Rogers
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As a child I had mixed feelings about Mr. Rogers. He was so kind, and I longed for someone to be as kind to me as he seemed to be. So, at times I was enamored with him.
At other times I thought he was a sham, because no one I knew in real life was that nice. It made me angry, at him, at everyone, at the world.
Now I see him as an inspiration. It is true that very few people are so kind, patient, or compassionate, but his existence reminds us to try harder.
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