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Our best family tradition is saving one another, but I guess that's what happens when you're a family of secret agents. I've lost count of the number of times Jacob has saved me, and I him, but that's the way we choose to live. We could climb mountains, go fishing or ride horses into the sunrise, but we do best when we focus on our mission.

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I love family traditions, don't you? Worth keeping them alive, don't you think? My favourites are the winter warmers, the ones that make cold days cozy. Is there anything better than apple pie with vanilla ice-cream? Aren't the traditional flavours usually the best? I know they are for me. In the summer time I love a refreshing pool, fun for children and adults alike. But the best part is simply being with those I love, I'm sure it's that way for you too. There is nothing better than the smiles of your nearest and dearest and that is a tradition I will keep forever.

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Our family tradition is taking the names of monsters and sending them straight to hell. We walk in, all smiles, and leave with evil in chains. We are experts at extraction. We take hold of the beast by the jaw and remove his tongue. After that it's easy to subdue and defeat the scaled ones. Then we go for ice-cream and jump on trampolines. Who said defeating evil wasn't going to be fun?

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On New Years Eve we would go to Bondi beach and watch the sun disappear, casting the sky into every shade of orange. The hamper was packed with every good food imaginable and the cooler was full of lemonade and beer. We barbecued short ribs and chicken, played games and built sandcastles. Then we would snuggle into sleeping bags and wait for the dawn. Now we're all grown up with families of our own, but no matter what's going on in our lives or what fancy parties we're invited to, we all gather at Bondi, 8pm sharp.

By lucylang, October 22, 2014.
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So, as was the family tradition in times of sorrow and mourning, the king arose from his throne and removed his royal robe of purple, to replace it with a single dingy, coarse covering,

By albee, July 11, 2014.
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In the candle lit room stood family and friends, each one ready to make a pledge to how they would help the newborn girl their lifetimes. She was a precious gift of the Creator's light, a pure soul. When she cried they shed tears too, her cries were to be expected. This child was freshly arrived from heaven; being further away from the Creator wasn't easy and it was their job to fill her with so much love that she could be happy on Earth - safe and content in the knowledge that not only her parents, but her entire extended family loved her and watched over her. The baby was passed from person to person, each holding her, cuddling her, before carefully placing her into the arms of a trusted other. The ceremony was beautiful beyond measure, not in expensive flowers or fancy food, but in the sharing of genuine heartfelt emotion.

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Family traditions are supposed to be cosy, bonding experiences. Not in ours. Ours were more brutal. It was tradition that if you forgot to take your shoes off before entering the house you got no hot water for a week, not for showers, baths or even coffee. It was tradition that if you left a sweater on the couch instead of putting it away you did everyone else's laundry for them. It was a tradition that if you raised your voice, for any reason, you got beaten with a rod. And to my parent's astonishment it also turned out to be a tradition for us to leave home the minute we were able.

By lucylang, October 22, 2014.
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I'm not sure who started it but in our family we all knew it was nearly Christmas when Mom started putting whipped cream on the hot chocolates. I thought everyone did it until I mentioned it at school and got a sea of blank faces in response. Apparently it's just us that does that.

By lucylang, October 22, 2014.