Childhood
Just a Doll
When we think of giving back, we tend to think of donating outrageous amounts of money to charities, running long races to raise awareness for a cause, or attending fundraiser events alongside hundreds of other people. Not everyone has the means to contribute in one of those ways, and for those who don’t, giving back can seem daunting. But giving back doesn’t have to involve some grand, dramatic gesture, as I’ve recently learned firsthand. Sometimes giving back is as simple as a kind smile or a passing compliment. It can even be something as seemingly trivial as just a doll.
By Morgan Rhianna Bland4 years ago in Confessions
Baggage of fears
I have always preferred to be alone when it comes to family. I was raised in church, my parents both worked full time, my brother and sister were 2-3 years older. I knew from a young age I was different. I saw things differently, I felt things deeply and yet I played my part. I was involved in church, I tried very hard to understand christianity, faith and God yet somehow I only ever had questions with no answers which left me feeling lost in my own head.
By Marley Garcia4 years ago in Confessions
Emergency Room Visit To Have My Stomach Pumped At Such A Young Age
I lived a very traumatic childhood, parts of which I can never forget. For those of you that have read my story titled, Nine Years Of Age And Too Terrified Too Sleep, you will have read about a small portion of my trauma. This story is a result of the rules that were put in place for me during that period.
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Confessions
Childhood Part II
I was born in Kentucky. Even though I have lived various places, it will always be home. It has gorgeous scenery, and I feel peaceful here in Kentucky. I used to dream that I would one day live in New York City, but I see now that all I really need is here. I spent sixth grade until graduation in Southern Indiana. I guess you can say I am a Kentuckiana girl, and I wouldn't ever change that.
By Christy 4 years ago in Confessions
The Fine China Must Never Crack
The sound of sirens blaring into the night sky, while multiple colors of burning orange, firetruck red, and blue police officer uniforms blur together in my tears. Two cars lay smashed to pieces in the ditch, as my lungs choke on engine smoke. My heartrate feels sporadic while my feet remain immovable in the middle of the two-lane road. There’s panicked screaming fading in the background, as my memory replays the chaos of what just ensued around us.
By Jasmin McCardell4 years ago in Confessions
The Mother of Wisdom
Heresy! Heresy! All rise in the honor of the honorable. This is a town that if you google. It is known for the history of cotton being pushed like gate way drugs at the project store. Where I caught my first charge for illegal substances that wasn’t all mine at the age of 17. The home of Jesse Washington, who was drug, hung and castrated like the cattle that those famous ox tails are carinated from. In front of 10,000 people and ceremonial paraded through the town. Stretched through time being stabbed and beaten in front of the city hall on May 15th, 1916, at the age of 17.
By Tony randle4 years ago in Confessions
The lifeguard who saved me. . Top Story - February 2022.
When I was a young girl at the age of 11, I was swimming at the beach with my mum, dad, older brother and younger sister. It was our Friday Ritual, it’s just what we did. Every Friday after school we would all pack into our white Toyota Corolla and head down to the beach. We would take snacks and sit on the beach with each other, eating, laughing and just enjoying being together.
By Summer Rayne4 years ago in Confessions
New Appreciations
I sat at the bow of the boat, claustrophobic in my tight wetsuit and afraid that I might accidentally discharge my speargun into one of my flippers. The dark blue abyss mocked the timid high school kid that stared blankly back at it. I could not fathom diving forty feet down in the ocean, finding a sea bass, spearing it, and coming back up all the while holding my breath. Thoughts raced through my mind, each one progressively worse than the other. "Can I even reach the bottom? What if I can't hold my breath long enough? What if I get stuck on the bottom?" After what seemed to be an hour of making weak attempts to psych myself up enough to get in, I felt two hands on my back then a surge of chilly water engulfed my body. I looked back up at the boat seeing my brother grinning from ear to ear.
By Max Davidson4 years ago in Confessions
A letter to one of my least favorite teachers
I despise her still to this day but she made me who I am today. Dear Mrs. V, This is a letter i will never give you. You were one of the teachers at my middle school and elementary school. You help kids who had ADHD. You diagnosed them and then help them. I had heard from friends who were in grades before. They were wrong. So very wrong.
By Burnt Baguettes4 years ago in Confessions
