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Lost Friends to the SEED

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Anonymous:
I'll try again.  Computer is not my strong suit.  Child of the seventies

Anonymous:
Greg:  I can't get to you.  Keep getting error message.  I'll try after getting help from someone who understands computers.

yhana:
I was never in the Seed but I lost friends to it.  I grew up in Lakewood Estates and graduated from Lakewood High in 1977.

I never understood the reaction from those poor kids to a simple hello.  They seemed horrified and terrified and just plain paralyzed.  After reading some of these messages I am begining to get a sense of the true horror that they went through.  I feel selfish for feeling sorry for MYSELF when a seedling, former friend, would not speak to me anymore.  

Such a waste.  I was sorry then for those kids and I am still sorry now.  

Thank God my folks were too independent to put us under the control of other people!

Antigen:
Thanks for posting. I've always wondered what the typical onlookers, old friends and neighbors, made of the whole thing.

Don't feel bad about it. We were dealing w/ expert dementors. We all were tossed into a gun fight w/ not even a knife.

Now, tell us a Seed story, please! Whatever springs to mind; funny, tragic, heart warming, odd... whatever made an impression.

The present system is among the most impractical imaginable, if the facilitation of learning is your aim.
--Neil Postman and Charles Weingartner
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Anonymous:
A SEED story........The first one that comes to mind is about a girl that kept her horse at Pineview Stables.  A really sweet girl that had a paint horse.  She disappeared for awhile.  I was just beginning to figure out about this whole SEED thing.  She came back to the stables one day and I saw her out riding in the back (there were woods out there).  I rode up to her to just say hi.  She FREAKED out!  Almost jumped out of her skin.  We were in the middle of the woods!  No one was around but a few squirrels and birds.  She rode off and I followed her asking what was wrong.  She turned and tearfully said that if I didn't get away from her she would have to go back.  I sat there stunned.  I didn't have a clue as to where she had been to begin with.  Or what talking to me had to with going back somewhere.  Long story short I went back to the barn and talked to some of the older kids.  Found out all about the SEED SUCKS.  Turns out that it wasn't because I was such a druggie (at the time I think I barely knew what pot even was) but that it was because of the people that lived in my neighborhood, the people that I talked to and the people that I just plain lived around!
Over the next few years I saw more and more folks that I knew going into the SEED.  Of course that was the last I ever had to do with them.  I did not help by saying that the SEED sucks every chance I got.  I did not help those kids by speaking to them.  Now I see that I probably caused them more trouble by trying to reach out and say hi to those kids that had that 'deer caught in the headlights look'.  
Well this was it for the first seed story that came to mind.  Don't know if it hurts or helps.  I am certainly glad that there is this place where folks can try to purge that part of their history.

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