Childhood
When You Gotta Go, You Gotta Go
Back when I was a little kid, and we're talking twenty some-odd years ago, I went to daycare after school. It was fairly normal, as far as daycares go. After school, I would be accompanied by other children and a teacher as we walked around the corner to the other school where daycare was hosted. This also happened pretty much immediately after the bell rang, as well, which meant we needed to form a line in the hallway quickly and wait for a teacher. Only then could we leave the building.
By Jessica Gustafson5 years ago in Confessions
Weird Things I Believed as a Kid
So, we all believe strange things we’re told as a kid. Sometimes, we have a different understanding of what things mean, or we believe in silly fables, myths, and tales. Some of these things you might think “hey, I thought that too!” But for the most part, I’d be surprised if you did. So here are a few of the strange things I believed when I was a kid. After you read them, I’m sure you’re going to think: jeez, what a strange kid!
By Lindsay Dewolfe5 years ago in Confessions
Who Am I?
I didn’t love myself for a very long time. This went way back to middle school as a young Black girl trying to figure out who she was and how to fit into this world. I never really wasn’t too concerned with my looks in elementary school because a lot of kids weren’t thinking about what they had on, what they looked like or how their hair looked. It was all about seeing their friends and recess. LOL. At least for some I guess. Those were the good old days where we didn’t have to worry about responsibilities or peer pressure. As kids, our job was to just live and focus on being a kid!
By That Riverz Gurl 5 years ago in Confessions
My Big Scooter Crash
The music was loud in the background. But my mind wasn’t on the party. The school was throwing their annual mentor-mentee bash. There were bounce houses, face paint, dunk tank, and much more. It was the most exciting event for those in the junior high.
By Abigail Sulfridge5 years ago in Confessions
Red Hat Society
I could tell you about all the clothes I have found through out the years of thrifting. The pieces that bring me most joy and fulfill an empowering walk within that day. I could also walk through my room remembering the stories behind each random thing, because quite frankly I don’t remember where I get somethings, unless I really think about it. Today I want to take you back to a few months ago when I seemed to binge purchase, things that seemly match a file in my brain.
By Valentine Casey5 years ago in Confessions
The Big Lie
The Big Lie I was eleven and good at math so I got my first paying job, at Kona Lanes, score keeping for adult bowling leagues on Saturday mornings. My penmanship was excellent so I had quite a few teams bidding for my services. My parents were pleased I’d found something to do during the summer but the yard maintenance fell on Matt which just pissed him off. He was better in math than I was but his handwriting looked like cave drawings.
By Gregory Dolan Dies5 years ago in Confessions
A Total Mess
I only think about this incident when my siblings and I get together at my parent's house and talk about old times. And, don't let us get a few drinks in us; then it's an evening of laughs, with one of us getting more laughs than the next and him or her becoming the honorary sibling for the night. We love roasting each other from time to time, but when it's my turn, it always balls down to this one embarrassing moment in my life. Now, I was just a child, but imagine how you would feel if your siblings kept bringing up the same old story over and over again, especially around friends and family members. And I swear they add more to the story each time they tell it. So, here it is in my words and how I remember it since it happened to me.
By Shelley Martin5 years ago in Confessions
Demons Rising
Demons Rising Truth be told, I’m a very honest liar, I’ll admit to stretching the truth until it damn near tears in two, yet something or someone possesses my soul when I write and like George Washington, I cannot tell a lie. It’s actually frustrating, my stories are always so tame and mellow, they could use a spicing up. And just when I think I’ve turned the corner and started to mature, an old memory will float by like a lazy cloud and catch my attention, then attack my mind like a Bald Eagle swooping down on a trout.
By Gregory Dolan Dies5 years ago in Confessions
Dry Heat
I am not a violent person but nothing would make me angrier than my dad constantly asserting that the scorching Arizona summer was “dry heat” and therefore not as bad as it could be. The lack of humidity, he would assure us, would allow our bodies to cool themselves. Bullshit. You had to think twice before touching anything in this hellish desert; accidentally grazing the metal part your car or your keys would feel like taking a tray out of the oven without gloves. Even our backyard pool, which initially excited me, was turned into a sauna from the months of May to September.
By Shawn Daring5 years ago in Confessions
A Tear in the Fabric
I was very excited that Saturday. My mom had bought me a new pair of sandals. These weren’t just any pair of sandals. These sandals had a heel. For an eleven-year-old girl, any shoe with a heel meant you were a grown up. That isn’t really true but when you’re, young unspoken rules ruled. I couldn’t wait to wear those sandals and Saturday was the day. Saturday my sisters and I had our weekly Girls Scout meeting and I was determined to be the envy of every scout in the room. I had chosen my outfit to wear with my sandals the night before. I knew how I would wear my hair. This was going to be my shining moment. I was going to be a star. Here’s what I didn’t know. The pants I had chosen were a little to tight and it wasn’t very easy to walk in heels when you have never done it before even if the heel is only an inch and a half.
By Gail Alston5 years ago in Confessions
