Childhood
RUNNING WIT' DA DEVIL
Yeah, I could have been something special, but one night I saw something that had rocked my world. From almost the very first day that I was able to discern the nuances of speech and language, I was cautioned against going on 7th Street at night, especially a Friday night. During the day, 7th Street, it seemed, was no different than 6th Street where I stayed, but on the weekend, something or someone—the devil, perhaps—shook 7th Street up until it vomited, throwing up all the bitterness and anger of helpless niggas trapped in a maze of hopelessness.
By GIBRAN TARIQ4 years ago in Confessions
PUZZLED BY WORDS C2 and start C3
Then we all started walking to the pool. Halfway there Kailey said it was way too cool. So, I gave her my hoody, and said I don't see how that can be its June 30th and it's like 80 degrees. She thanks me for being sweet, and a few minutes later we made it to the baseball diamond. It was right behind the Huber heights municipal pool. So, we sat down on the bleachers. The girls said it was too cold to go swimming, but, Johnny, chuck, and I wanted to have some fun. So, we stripped down to our under pants and hopped the fence. Chuck was jumping off the diving board, johnny was going down the waterslide and I was flipping off the lifeguard tower. We were having a blast, but it did not last for long. After just a few minutes, 3 lifeguards came out and chased us off. I'm not sure why they were there, because by the time Kailey had gotten ready and we had made it to the pool it was 11:30 p.m. and we had broken in.
By Jessie Altman4 years ago in Confessions
How my 11-year-old self predicted who I'd become
"Ugh, I don't know," I whispered to myself. I was the only one there who was confused, it seemed. The only kid in grade 5 who didn't have a deep knowing of who I would become, or at least a half-dream of what life could be as an adult. My desperate eyes wandered around the class, searching to absorb anything that could give me the spark that I needed to make a choice. But the idea of deciding which career my future-self would desire and putting it to paper, at that point, felt like picking between which fictional crush I loved more, Edward or Jacob—impossible. I glanced behind me at a boy in glasses, who stuck his tongue out as he confidently drew himself kicking a soccer ball, with the letters "G O A L" spread across. Nope. I then shifted my sight over to a blonde girl in purple, seated next to me, who was humming as she used her felt tip markers to trace cats and dogs around a sketch of her dressed in a doctor's coat. Not quite.
By Sarah Said4 years ago in Confessions
Never Healed
Do you have any scars? I’m not talking about the emotional scars from a previous relationship or your childhood emotional traumas, but a physical scar. A scar from when you fell out of a tree or when you tripped over a Lego block. This is the story of my physical scar. It started on a hot summer day in the beautiful British Columbia of the campground known as Eliston. We have been going there for years and as always we would be setting up the tent and my dad would be screaming at us while we stood there holding poles. Finally, we had it set up and things would go as usual. Campground fires with marshmallows roasting to a perfect crisp, short hikes up easy mountains, and swims by the beach. That’s what I loved most about camping; it was going down to the beach and swimming for hours and then stuffing my face with salty snacks such as chips and goldfish crackers. We would take down the floaters and fight over them in the water.
By Ada Zuba4 years ago in Confessions
Trip Advisors
I know now that it was a cruel thing to do. But as eleven-year-old boys, my twin brother Robbie and I thought it was a hoot. We didn’t mean any harm; it’s just that Grandma Dillon was such a pain. She’d been living with us for almost two years so Mom could go back to work. At first, it was okay, but then she started making rules. Clean your plates. Say your prayers. Do this, do that. She kept up a steady stream that Mom and Dad simply ignored. I guess they were too busy with their own lives. Besides, they figured that twin boys should be able to handle an eighty-four-year-old woman with rapidly diminishing mental competence.
By Ed N. White4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Younger Me
Dear Younger Me, Take a deep breath. Slow down. Stop the continuous worry about where your future may lead you. I know it may seem important, and it is, but worrying about the future will only lead you to miss out on the present. Of course, I remember the excitement that came with planning your one-day dog shelter and studying the anatomy of a dog at age nine, but do not stress yourself with unnecessary factors. When you push yourself to the fullest of your potential, always remember that joy and happiness must come along with you if you are to be the best you can be. So take a breath … the world is not going to end if you don’t know the step-by-step layout of what your life is going to look like.
By Katelyn Hunt4 years ago in Confessions
Memories from the Crawl Space
The hillside view always took my breath away. I took out my phone, pressed the camera button and switched to video mode. I lifted the phone to my face and scanned around the view. Ever since I was young, I always wanted to capture moments in video form. The view was nostalgic enough for me but then I caught a whiff of something in the wind.
By Andy Zu4 years ago in Confessions
The Bold Venture
The Bold Venture I was about thirteen years old when it was started. My dad was in the backyard hammering away on what looked like a small box. Little did I know that this little box would lead to an adventure that would last a number of months and an experience that I would remember the rest of my life.
By roy Slezak4 years ago in Confessions
I Get Five And She Gets Seven?
I will never forget these words, because they have never failed to make me laugh. I can literally still picture this little boy- he was like a mini version of a middle-aged Jewish lawyer. He was being dropped off for an hour in a kids-club at the gym where my mother briefly worked in the early 90s. I was there as a special assistant, otherwise explained as, my mom did not want to leave me home alone.
By Bonnie Joy Sludikoff4 years ago in Confessions
The Protector
When I was a young preteen girl I got a job babysitting. My cousin was a regular babysitter for this couple who had one child. The child was a little girl they called Dolly. I was excited to earn some money as I had only ever watched my younger siblings and was not paid for that.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Confessions
