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Question of the Day (February 16, 2012)

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Question of the Day:

How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?




Today's

featurette of the day 



will go to:

The Phoenix Wolf Rising. 


The Phoenix Wolf Rising. A place geared toward helping people survive abuse, or just go to chat about it, share their stories, help others, etc. A site which definitely needs some attention.






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  1. Kenya G. JohnsonFebruary 16, 2012 at 9:38 AM

    Great question. Well I am 41. Based on my son's age 7, I would be 30 (right about the age of all the other moms in his class). I am happy to report that I get the "No you're not" look when I tell my age. I hope he keeps me young. I know for him I always keep myself healthy. (I'm getting ready to e-mail you if I can find a contact link)

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    1. Berrit BitesFebruary 16, 2012 at 2:25 PM

      Thanks Kenya! I did get your email and will get back to you ASAP. Also, thank you for reminding me that I was going to make a 'Contact Me' form for my site! I completely forgot, but you reminded me and now it's up. :)

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  2. Mojo WritinFebruary 16, 2012 at 11:00 AM

    I'll be 48 this year, but everyone tells me I never actually progressed past 18 *grin* I'm a bit torn really. I'd love to be a child again, about 7 when everything was still magical and I didn't know it could be any other way. I'd also settle for 40. By then I'd worked out most of the kinks. On balance, bearing in mind I'm still a big kid who believes in fairies and dances in puddles, I'll take the wisdom of forty with at least half my life left to go.

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