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		<title>By: Rachel</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/6629/comment-page-1#comment-16505</link>
		<dc:creator>Rachel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Jul 2007 04:51:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>When I was little my mom would play her Jazzercise tapes to get me to sleep.  Nursery rhymes just made me cranky and sometimes she would sing Aretha Franklin to me!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was little my mom would play her Jazzercise tapes to get me to sleep.  Nursery rhymes just made me cranky and sometimes she would sing Aretha Franklin to me!</p>
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		<title>By: Melissa</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/6629/comment-page-1#comment-16477</link>
		<dc:creator>Melissa</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Jul 2007 20:32:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>When I was little the dryer was next my room on the other side of the wall.  To this day, I sleep better with the dryer running.  
I also grew up next to a busy highway full of big rigs.  No one makes a big-rigs cd to go to sleep to.  I sure would like one,though.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was little the dryer was next my room on the other side of the wall.  To this day, I sleep better with the dryer running.<br />
I also grew up next to a busy highway full of big rigs.  No one makes a big-rigs cd to go to sleep to.  I sure would like one,though.</p>
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		<title>By: Tru</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/6629/comment-page-1#comment-16426</link>
		<dc:creator>Tru</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Jul 2007 13:33:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I scared my parents the first time I slept through the night. I was only a few weeks old. Back then, I could sleep through anything... parties, fireworks, etc. 

A few months ago we were having a pretty bad drought. I was going crazy and couldn&#039;t sleep. We bought a rain storm cd for the bedroom and it put me right out.

Now that it&#039;s raining almost daily, I have a hard time staying awake at work some days.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I scared my parents the first time I slept through the night. I was only a few weeks old. Back then, I could sleep through anything&#8230; parties, fireworks, etc. </p>
<p>A few months ago we were having a pretty bad drought. I was going crazy and couldn&#8217;t sleep. We bought a rain storm cd for the bedroom and it put me right out.</p>
<p>Now that it&#8217;s raining almost daily, I have a hard time staying awake at work some days.</p>
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		<title>By: Rachel</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/6629/comment-page-1#comment-16412</link>
		<dc:creator>Rachel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Jul 2007 12:37:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was born-raised in Hawaii in a plantation town, so I&#039;m partial to the sound of a sugar cane mill--bulldozers, grinding, burly men shouting in Pidgin. The closest I get now is Thursday garbage pickup; I sleep good on Thursday mornings.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was born-raised in Hawaii in a plantation town, so I&#8217;m partial to the sound of a sugar cane mill&#8211;bulldozers, grinding, burly men shouting in Pidgin. The closest I get now is Thursday garbage pickup; I sleep good on Thursday mornings.</p>
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		<title>By: Tdave</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/6629/comment-page-1#comment-16402</link>
		<dc:creator>Tdave</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Jul 2007 07:39:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>When I was so young that I took naps we didn&#039;t have air-conditioning. In the summer the windows would be open and I would listen to the constant little breezes that came in, and the breezes would cause the plastic tips on the ends of the curtain cords to make an almost rhythmic clicking sound against the wall. An occasional car would pass by, and if they were heading north I would hear the tone of the engine change as the car started up a small hill.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was so young that I took naps we didn&#8217;t have air-conditioning. In the summer the windows would be open and I would listen to the constant little breezes that came in, and the breezes would cause the plastic tips on the ends of the curtain cords to make an almost rhythmic clicking sound against the wall. An occasional car would pass by, and if they were heading north I would hear the tone of the engine change as the car started up a small hill.</p>
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		<title>By: heather</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/6629/comment-page-1#comment-16390</link>
		<dc:creator>heather</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Jul 2007 05:25:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>When I was little, I lived in Hawaii. And the two things that calmed me down most back then(and even today) are frogs croaking and the soft patter of rain falling on the roof.

Nowadays, it&#039;s hard for me to go to sleep without the sound of my air purifier droning quietly on the floor.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was little, I lived in Hawaii. And the two things that calmed me down most back then(and even today) are frogs croaking and the soft patter of rain falling on the roof.</p>
<p>Nowadays, it&#8217;s hard for me to go to sleep without the sound of my air purifier droning quietly on the floor.</p>
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		<title>By: Jen</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/6629/comment-page-1#comment-16385</link>
		<dc:creator>Jen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Jul 2007 04:51:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Apparently, as an infant I&#039;d only shut up for loud metal, especially Judas Priest. I still like music to fall asleep to, and have resorted to wearing headphones to bed when away from home.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Apparently, as an infant I&#8217;d only shut up for loud metal, especially Judas Priest. I still like music to fall asleep to, and have resorted to wearing headphones to bed when away from home.</p>
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		<title>By: Miss Kiki</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/6629/comment-page-1#comment-16381</link>
		<dc:creator>Miss Kiki</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Jul 2007 03:39:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Babbling brook is my favorite, but blaring anything puts me to sleep too- over stimulation?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Babbling brook is my favorite, but blaring anything puts me to sleep too- over stimulation?</p>
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		<title>By: Dave</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/6629/comment-page-1#comment-16379</link>
		<dc:creator>Dave</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Jul 2007 03:33:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I sleep better with a little background noise; music or street noise or some innocuous TV show. Mom told me that when I was a baby my older siblings (I&#039;m no.8 of 9 kids) would play in the same room I would nap in, and the only time she&#039;d have trouble getting me to sleep was when it was quiet. 

I could&#039;ve used that Vacuum Cleaner CD when my daughter was new-born; she was very fussy, crying for hours on end most nights, finally giving in to exhaustion around midnight. The vacuum (or any loud appliance) was the only thing that would quiet her. She grew out of it at about 3 months, but that was a very long 3 months.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I sleep better with a little background noise; music or street noise or some innocuous TV show. Mom told me that when I was a baby my older siblings (I&#8217;m no.8 of 9 kids) would play in the same room I would nap in, and the only time she&#8217;d have trouble getting me to sleep was when it was quiet. </p>
<p>I could&#8217;ve used that Vacuum Cleaner CD when my daughter was new-born; she was very fussy, crying for hours on end most nights, finally giving in to exhaustion around midnight. The vacuum (or any loud appliance) was the only thing that would quiet her. She grew out of it at about 3 months, but that was a very long 3 months.</p>
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		<title>By: natlynn</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/6629/comment-page-1#comment-16357</link>
		<dc:creator>natlynn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Jul 2007 23:10:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I suppose it has something to do with spending my childhood in the Florida heat, but the sound of an oscillating fan puts me out immediately.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I suppose it has something to do with spending my childhood in the Florida heat, but the sound of an oscillating fan puts me out immediately.</p>
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