Childhood

Goodbye, old house of childhood
My home is not what merchant rich and so on, had not seen build imposing manner grand, carve column jade build by laying bricks or stones and so on mansion, needless to say the winding path in grand view garden is deep and quiet, bamboo creek is beautiful place, but za common people has an old saying, gold nest silver nest is inferior to oneself earth nest, that 4 earth walls, the place of one party eave calls home.
By test4 years ago in Confessions
Why I'm Grateful for Duck Hunting
I still remember what it felt like. The year was 2015 and the quiet morning breeze that usually smelt of freshly mowed grass and the ink of ballpoint pens was different that Monday morning. Something had changed. Colors came off a little bit brighter, the sun shone just a bit warmer, and my priorities had shifted ever so slightly. Instead of thoughts of the day’s upcoming spelling test or anxiety over the report card that awaited my parents in the coming weeks, I saw images of men in white and men in green facing each other with nothing but a painted line on the grass to separate them. A massive concrete structure filled with a sea of people in green and gold, their voices echoing and ringing and vibrating, in sternums, out of vocal cords, down the stands, onto the field. The Ducks versus the Utes: the night the team from “Sack Lake City” startled the nation with a resounding 62-20 victory, handing Oregon a historic Whittingham-style loss. Duck hunting season hadn’t even started yet.
By F. Elle Hull4 years ago in Confessions
Blocked No More
Reading and writing were two of my biggest passions growing up. I would get lost in fictional worlds while reading and turn mine into a fictional one too while writing. It would always start out with "This is how my day went today..." and end in some dramatic new twist ending that never happened. I haven't written a story, or a journal entry, or anything in almost 20 years!
By Vida Nazir4 years ago in Confessions
"Shut up"
Everywhere I go, I feel I don’t truly belong. Every song I sing along to, amongst those beside me feels disharmonic. As if I’m the odd one out and this is always how it’s been. I feel like I was born in the wrong place, with the wrong people and I am constantly experiencing that same experience over and over again.
By Juliette Ivy4 years ago in Confessions
I was alone
Finally, I was alone, but not like I am most of the time, when I’m trying to build my career, to center my mind to my body, taming the chaos in my mind and desperately trying to figure out who I’m trying to become. I was alone, my mind was quiet, my body was numb, I didn’t feel the desperate need for affection and socialization. I was contempt with myself.
By Estera Lupu4 years ago in Confessions
Michael Caruso Was Different
Michael Caruso Was Different Mid-1980s West Fort Lauderdale was, by and large, a “God and Guns” jerkwater. My housing block ended where the Everglades began. Davie, a city not half an hour’s drive from my home, held Saturday morning streetside Klan coteries during daylight hours. At best, the biome was inconducive to intellectualism and/or independent thinking. At worst, it was downright inhospitable.
By Chris Z4 years ago in Confessions
The camp experience from Hell
I very much wish this story was a fictional tale, but sadly this is all taken from my experience. Due to many other subjects, the Summer of 2001, for me, was extremely difficult. One of the several was surviving Camp Flaming Arrow. Everyone in our friends and family circle swore it was the best camp ever. From their reliable and caring staff, to their educational and safe environment. It was a haven for all children.
By Julianne Algueseva4 years ago in Confessions
The Shadowed Trauma
I have been trying to figure out what's so special in me, what value I hold. The more I think, the blanker my mind goes. Perhaps it is all of the mental and physical abuse I was forced to endure. All of her random episodes, those are what have caused me to look at myself and say you're nothing, you're miserable, you're a mistake.
By Stheno 4 years ago in Confessions
Dark Secret’s
I remember being this sweet little girl who was never fearful of anything , and was always one to make people smile. Although my childhood was not the brightest and best I made what I could of it. A little backstory to my life is I was brought up and raised by two immigrant parents who migrated from Mexico. They were both crossed over at the ages of 5 and 7, they ended up in a small town in Madera, CA. They eventually met and became high school sweethearts which led to me being born the oldest out of 5 beautiful girls . Since my parents were very young and almost out of high school I spent most of my time with my grandmother and my 5 year old sister at the time . I would always enjoy my time with her. But one day she brought a man home with her and I never knew what a man was capable of doing to a child untill I met him . When I first met my grandmothers boyfriend I had a sick and odd feeling in my stomach, at 7 years old I’ve never experienced such discomfort around being another person . This day that I am going to explain is the day that will constantly haunt me into my adulthood life. It was a regular summer night and at the time my grandmother lived in a RV motor park home . She was heading out to the store and insisted on taking me and leaving my 5 year old sister with this man . I refused for that to happen and told her to take my sister instead and I will stay . I ask myself to this day why didn’t she just take us both ? As soon as my grandmother pulled out the drive way this man gave me a chilling dark look , he had bright red eyes and a smirk on him . He pulled me to him and asked if I knew what it felt to be a woman . I only 7 not knowing what he really meant about that said no . He then proceeded to ask if I wanted to feel like one , i then again said no. At that moment he got very upset and of course I really didn’t need to go into to much details at that point to understand what happened . All I could remember is lying there frozen and not knowing what was happening and what to do .My grandmother came back in 30 min to what felt like hours to me . As she pulled up he stared at me and said “ if you tell your nana I will kill you and your sisters” , i of course not being scared blurted it out to my grandmother as soon as she came in . She looked at me in disbelief and anger. All I got was a slap in the face and told I was a liar , I was then sent to the room and was told to not tell anyone else. I felt so defeated as if I were in this world all alone. I just remember the look on my 5 year old sisters face and the confusion on it to what had happened. When hearing a story like this people may ask well why didn’t she go to her parents or a teacher , well it’s easier said then done . If a 7 year old came to a realization that her own nana wouldn’t believe her what makes her think her own parents would ? What would you have done…?
By Elizabeth Renteria4 years ago in Confessions
The letter
Katherine, I am currently writing to you because I can't seem to get this off of my mind. I wish you could understand the immense pain that you have caused me over the last 17 years. I wish you could feel the hurt that I have felt. The giant hole in my heart that was created by the lack of having my mother. I pushed myself to be the best person I could be and I fell down a lot of times. But you know what. I picked myself back up. I pushed myself over and over and over again, to become the person that deserved better. You and I have a lot in common, and this bothers me so much. I don't ever want to be like you. And that is such a shitty thing to think. Isn't it our job as children to see you parents as our mentors. Isn't it our job as your children to want to be like you. Oh wait, isn't it the parents jobs to be good enough role models that your children should be like you. I guess that's where I become the fool because you were never really there to be a role model. I have never been so angry at myself for pushing a relationship, wishing nothing but success and happiness from it. I have never felt such disgust in myself because I let a stranger so easily in my life. Because let's be honest, you're a stranger. I don't understand why I ever thought it was a great idea to reach out to you if it took you 14 years to even realize that I am still your daughter. That I still want a relationship with the person who left. You know I fought so hard just to learn that you are the same person 14 years ago. I can't believe that I ever let you into my heart. Just for you to break it like everybody else. I am going to be a better mother.
By layla welsh4 years ago in Confessions
Sad Confessions of a Not-So-Talented Dreamer
Ten-year-old me had a lot of things to say. She had plans, and lots of them too. One of her very first best ideas was to start a circus. Now, a child doesn't always have the option to do some big production, so she made it work in her own way. She collected her siblings and gathered some pathetic little props. The show turned out to be massively successful! Well, according to the two people who showed up (and yes, it might've been her parents). And so, that little girl put together hundreds of shows right there in her tiny backyard.
By Suri Grey4 years ago in Confessions
To Be a Tree
Have you ever been asked “what's your earliest memory?”It wasn't until I was 17 that I could actually REMEMBER my first memory. And it was very surprising, my very first memory was with my father. (As you get farther in this you'll see I kinda have some daddy issues we are working on.)
By Evelynn Covelli4 years ago in Confessions