Childhood

What was the cruelest rumor you’ve heard about another kid when you were in school?
There was that girl that had been lonely all her life. People, especially in school, disliked her because she was “strange”, “a nerd”, “too quiet” and just “different”.
By Faraz4 years ago in Confessions
Runt Of The Litter
There I am, shy of 14. I never thought I was the runt; a little weak soul that didn't grow just like it should have. Never noticed the strange stares or sniggers and sarcastic remarks - I just laughed along too. Being the start of every joke wasn't so strange to me and even if it hurt my feelings, wasn't there peace in just smiling it away? Because where had standing up for myself ever got me. The answer you wonder? Nowhere. There was no happy place in confidence because my circle did not embrace me for who I was.
By The Little Sil4 years ago in Confessions
Yarn Bowl
Know more about yarn bowl The yarn bowl plays an important role in keeping your yarn clean and organized. Besides this, it keeps your yarn untangled which is the most important thing for you. It has many other uses too like it can be used as a decorative option with storing your yarn and it will help you as a reminder to work on the project that you have started.
By yarntraders4 years ago in Confessions
Mantras
Healing naturally from a Traumatic life has been a very painful experience. I had to learn and unlearn a lot Toxic behavior that had been imprinted in my Brain, my life, by my own family.
By The Vibe Podcast 4 years ago in Confessions
When We Were Young
When I was young, in the summer I would wait for my parents and everyone else in the house to go to bed at night. When I was sure they had, I would get up, sneak out and leave my backdoor unlocked so I could get back in, and hang around with friends in my neighborhood most of the night. It was dark and quiet, at the same time something was always happening.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore4 years ago in Confessions
Yeah, I Was THAT Five-Year-Old. Top Story - March 2022.
Remember your first days of school? The sea of kids. The improvised colored paper name tag pinned to your clothes on arrival. The way the teacher looked at you. The way the lunch kits smelled. The unknown threat of how your life would come to an end.
By The Dani Writer4 years ago in Confessions
Thank You Mom And Dad, Now I Get It
At the time, when I was just a child, it just sounded annoying, to hear the same things all over again. I always asked myself why are they constantly repeating the same stuff? Why do I have to make my bed if I’ll lay on it later? Why do I have to tidy the room if the maid is coming next? Why study Monday to Friday, if there is so much time left for the evaluation period?
By Isabel Noronha4 years ago in Confessions
A magic night
I am thinking about what Christmas was like in the sixties. Not everyone’s, mine. I lived in a nuclear family: father, mother, me. My brother hadn’t been planned yet. A provincial town in Tuscany, an apartment in a popular neighborhood, furnished in a functional and modern way, because we were a family in step with the times. My mother worked, drove the Bianchina and did the shopping at Smec, the first supermarket to set foot in the center. We lived the economic boom with hope, proud of the progress that would only bring civilization, proud of the refrigerator, the toaster, the blender, the carbonated water with the the Idrolitina, the bottled wine on the table.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Confessions
Creating a Copacetic Collective with the CaNDY Principle
I remember being a little kid and deeply, personally understanding that feelings are never bad or wrong. I remember seeing the feelings getting stuck in people’s bodies and being so confused. I remember being consoled and told I didn't need to cry. I remember being sent to my room when I expressed anger. I remember watching my mom put on socks one time while my dad got dressed across the room and not understanding why it felt like everyone was swallowing knives.
By Kelsey O'Toole4 years ago in Confessions
The Byron Lane Forest Fire
I was about nine or ten when my friend and I, almost started a forest fire. Stupid kids, I know, but my friends were always getting me into all sorts of trouble. Did I get them into trouble as much as they got me into trouble? I think not. But, I was the outcast, the geek, the ultimate failure in my father's eyes. I was weak, feminie looking (I think so). I sported a bowl cut and wore velvet shirts and courderoy pants. Oh, they're comfortable for sure, but when everyone else is cool, I'm just drool. Hence, I was always looking for ways to be part of the gang.
By Kerry Williams4 years ago in Confessions
Attacked by the State Pesticide Helicopter
A normal Saturday morning Something that happened to me and my middle brother long ago would be considered a hate crime today. In 1968 we were simply two frightened children who suspected that race played a part in what took place but could not prove it. The incident is seared into my memory in great detail as if it happened yesterday instead of 5 decades in the past.
By Cheryl E Preston4 years ago in Confessions
My School Day love story
School journal School life romantic tale It is regarding those occasions when I used to review in class ninth. I was a drifter He used to wander to a great extent with companions the entire day and used to do drifters. There was no interest to review and never to go to class. It was a marvel of my dad who used to go to class here and there.
By vaibhav sharma 4 years ago in Confessions