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	<title>Comments on: Dangerous toys&#8230; every kid should have a few</title>
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		<title>By: jeff reichanadter</title>
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		<description>i remember arriving in india and seeing all the sharp edges on the playground and the jagged rocks and broken glass on the fields where the children played. the first day we were there one boy fell out of a tree. he never cried. he just got up and kept going. i loved it. the experience even toughened up our own kids. 

every time we traveled somewhere we were bound to encounter a near death experience on the roads. but we never actually died. we packed as many people into the vehicles as possible and the kids sat with me in the front of the jeep with no seat belts and no car seats. ah ... what bliss!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i remember arriving in india and seeing all the sharp edges on the playground and the jagged rocks and broken glass on the fields where the children played. the first day we were there one boy fell out of a tree. he never cried. he just got up and kept going. i loved it. the experience even toughened up our own kids. </p>
<p>every time we traveled somewhere we were bound to encounter a near death experience on the roads. but we never actually died. we packed as many people into the vehicles as possible and the kids sat with me in the front of the jeep with no seat belts and no car seats. ah &#8230; what bliss!</p>
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