Childhood

The Year That Recess Died. Top Story - July 2022.
Recess. Arguably the best part about school growing up as a kid. Nothing felt better than throwing off the shackles of the classroom and bolting outside towards freedom, your friends in tow. Wind, snow, or humidity that made even your eye-balls sweat. It didn't matter what the heavens tossed our way. It was recess time, it was ours, and it was sacred.
By Luna Quill4 years ago in Confessions
Info dumping
As kids I think a lot of us go out of our way to impress people we like. Like I mean really just do the most unnecessary things that we would've thought would work, but then get the most blank response either way. It may be discouraging, but for me I think it was a start of enjoying the simple satisfactions.
By Oseray4 years ago in Confessions
HEAUXLISTIC THERAPY
Entry 2 I can remember the day that I found out that I was adopted. I had to be maybe four or five years old. My mother was in the living room watching something on TV. Maybe Phil Donahue or something like that. I was outside and a neighbor named Kenny was in his backyard lifting weights. I remember going over to his yard and asking him what he was doing and I remember him saying something like, "WTF YOU THINK I'M DOING". I remember telling him that he was mean and whatever else I said to him really set him off because he said to me, "That's why yo ass was adopted"...
By Heauxlistic Therapy4 years ago in Confessions
Misunderstood
I heard this question, "If you could write a book about your life, what would the title be called?" And that's where I got "Misunderstood" from. Because I've spent my whole life feeling that way. Nothing short of that. But I'm not really a "book writing" type of person. So instead of writing a book, I'm just going to turn this into a series of articles. So this is the story of my life.
By Ashanti Harris4 years ago in Confessions
Honorable Discharge
I do not remember a single joke from Dad. That isn't because he wasn't funny. It is mostly because he wasn't fun- he wasn't fun to be around, he wasn't fun to listen to, or anything like that. Dad was no joke. I've got stories that I could tell, but they taste sour in my mouth, and they churn my guts to butter. It makes for the most foul smelling breath- poor first impression. Who needs horror movies when you've got memories like mine? The irony of it all is that, growing up, I was a horror movie enthusiast, to say the least. I ran to the television whenever some scary picture was on it. Maybe it was the drips of adrenaline, or perhaps it was the appreciation of an entertaining distraction from everyday life. In truth, as a child, I was comforted with knowing that it could be worse- I could have seven days to live, or I could be getting chased by some man-eating, winged creature with an appetite for fear. How f*cked up is that?
By Taimane Mitchell4 years ago in Confessions
Saddest Story I had ever heard in my entire life
Two 13-year-old boy cousins went out trick or treating the year was 1985. One cousin Ethan, had the best masks ever. You could tell his family paid a lot of money for it. He was Freddy Krueger, and the other cousin Bill, had a bit of aluminum foil on his face with a little ketchup trying to look like the terminator. As you may see Ethan’s family had money and Bill’s family, well had none.
By Kerrie G.Diaz4 years ago in Confessions
Is it a bird?...Is it a plane?...No! It's my Dad!
Sunday, July 3, 2022 – Checking emails over my first cuppa of this chilly winter morning – reading that a new Vocal Challenge is up – “I love it! Gotta get movin’ on this one...This is gonna be a bloody breeze!’ I thought to myself. But, responsibilities beckon, get the basics done first though – you know ‘a woman's work is never done’ and all that shit. So, first things first, finish my smoke and then flick the kettle on for the second time this morning (approximately 5 minutes to story time!!! Soooo excited!!!). Ok, while that's doin’ its bubble and boil thingy, daily chores, here we go, I load the washing machine and start the eco quick cycle – Check! Load Dishwasher, start eco cycle (do you see a pattern here - I do care about the environment and our energy usage you know -dad always said to keep an eye on our carbon footprints and how much energy we consume ...”there’ll be wars over water and energy one day”) – Check! Spray ‘n’ Wipe ‘Labitchen’ – now I should explain very quickly what this means – we’re in the throes of building our home, so, in the shed at the moment we have a combined Laundry, Bathroom and Kitchen...you see what we did there ?...(clink) Yep, there it is, I heard the penny drop – you get it now. So anyway, on the kitchen bench sits my Darth Vadar mug that says ‘I like my coffee on the dark side’ (yeah, had to share that with ya, a little chuckle for you all at my expense, thank you very much), complete with 2 sugars and a lipton teabag hanging out waiting to steep – Check! Change out of the pj’s - Check!. Got my Star Wars fluffy socks on – Check!. Star Wars tracky-daks -Check! Fave black scarf – Check! ‘And tharrrr she blowwws!’, (hehehe...) sorry everyone, forgive me, I couldn't help it, it’s my slightly warped sense of humour getting the best of me – that's just what goes through my head every time the kettle boils. As I pour boiling water over my teabag this is what I do...‘(breathing out) Kssshhh, – (breathing in) Kssshhh, - and repeat - Kssshhh, Kssshhh’ – again, my giggles are getting the better of me this morning – that's what I do each time I fill up my Darth Vadar Mug...I know, I'm incorrigible...I blame it on my dad – his sense of humour really is first rate – in my eyes anyway!...just ask my friends about the shit that he used to tell us all about when he was a kid...I swear, we all held our bellies from laughing so much it hurt! Ok, back to getting writing ready to tell you a story about my dad...but which one??? Hmmm...
By Sharon Dunstan4 years ago in Confessions
Margaret Keane Dies: Kitschy ‘Big Eyes’ Artist, Subject Of Tim Burton Biopic Was 94
Margaret Keane, whose popular paintings of big-eyed, melancholy children became one of the most widely recognized signature artistic styles of the late 20th century — and whose long battle with her husband over his fraudulent and lucrative claims of authorship inspired the 2014 Tim Burton film Big Eyes starring Amy Adams — died Sunday at her home in Napa, CA. She was 94.
By whatsecret我爱你4 years ago in Confessions
Now That It’s Almost Over. Top Story - June 2022.
I have begun spotting. And what could spotting be at my age except a harbinger of perimenopause which is a harbinger of menopause? Last night I asked Google, What causes spotting? Why am I spotting? How long does spotting last? Then I asked Google to go deeper: Show me images of spotting. Show me images of extreme spotting. Show me images of spotting gone horribly wrong. Google was only too happy to oblige.
By Daphne Faye4 years ago in Confessions
My Story Part 2
I firmly believe that everything in life happens for a reason. I don't know what that reason is, but I know that if anything would have happened differently throughout my life, I wouldn't be where I am right now. I don't remember most of my childhood. I was born in Kingman, Arizona and lived there for the first couple years of my life. I lived in Tracy, California for about four years, which I don't remember too much of. The most I remember from this house was playing with dolls in front of the door when my father came home from work. He didn't know I was there and he hit me in the face with the door when he entered the house, knocking my loose tooth out. I later lost that tooth somewhere in my house and never found it.
By Brilainey Creates4 years ago in Confessions
The things I learned from my father
It's a bit hard to remember my father at times. He had a lot of health issues towards the end of his life and became a person who was, shall we say, not nice to be around. He also had bipolar disorder, which was untreated, and he refused to take his medicine the way he should, adding to the problems, as well as the fact that a few of his medicines made him downright mean. My mother, two brothers and I basically took it as long as we could, then moved away, unable to take it anymore, but my brothers and I still stayed in touch on occasion until his death several years ago.
By Rosemary Brown4 years ago in Confessions
You'll Grow A Watermelon in Your Belly!. Top Story - June 2022.
Dear Dad, "If you swallow the seeds, you'll grow a watermelon in your belly!" sounds like an iconic Dad joke. Your child, aka me, remembers hearing the phrase well! Occasionally, it was even stretched to include apples seeds! Yikes! I was a gullible child, and oh-so-fun to pick on!
By E.L. Martin4 years ago in Confessions