Peanuts by Charles Schulz

Peanuts

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  1. F6F5Hellcat

    F6F5Hellcat said, about 5 hours ago

    Hey, if you ever reached your teens I’m pretty sure you’d forget her face by then. I had a little red haired girl of my own when I was about your age, though she was actually golden blonde rather than a red head. Unlike you, at least I knew her name (Stacy, which at the time I thought was the most beautiful name in the world). I’m the one who ended up moving away to never see her again. Once I hit my teens I could no longer remember her cute face. Wonder what she looked like as a teenager and an adult.

  2. snoopy1959

    snoopy1959 said, about 5 hours ago

    @F6F5Hellcat

    you should write country music.

  3. NormyBates

    NormyBates said, about 4 hours ago

    @F6F5Hellcat

    It’s better not to know. You could be disappointed.

  4. thebird55

    thebird55 said, about 4 hours ago

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=egCeIwjIuZM

  5. Jo Clear (aka: Grasshopper)

    Jo Clear (aka: Grasshopper) GoComics PRO Member said, about 4 hours ago

    It’s not Country unless you have a Truck in it…

  6. jackhs106

    jackhs106 said, about 4 hours ago

    There was a beautiful blond girl 40 some years ago. Her image is a faded memory, but the feeling of love remains. She died way too early.

  7. thebird55

    thebird55 said, about 4 hours ago

    @Jo Clear (aka: Grasshopper)

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jkKn5HrKgHQ

  8. paullp

    paullp GoComics PRO Member said, 44 minutes ago

    It’s a good first draft, Charlie Brown, but there’s no difficulty in remembering a face you can’t forget. How about, “How can I remember the face I want to forget?”

  9. SharkNose

    SharkNose said, 43 minutes ago

    I can remember the face of the girl I liked in 1st grade (50 years ago), but darn it, I cannot remember her name…

  10. defunctdoormat

    defunctdoormat said, 19 minutes ago

    I had a little red haired girl in my life, too. She liked me and we talked all the time. This was 40 years ago. I don’t remember her name or what she looked like. I moved, because my parents couldn’t get along, and I never got to say goodbye. Also, there’s no way I could have ever been disappointed in her, no matter how she turned out. She was my friend.

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