Childhood
The joke on us
The joke was on us and at the time we didn't realize it growing up in what the world calls the boondocks ,out in the country where there's miles and miles and miles of nothing but trees surrounding you and few neighbors to call upon and being so deep in the woods that at night the trees had their own character come to life or at that time being kids with wild imaginations put that thought in our minds. As I recollect these memories living down in the boondocks had it's good moments and it's scary moments . Having 3 plus myself siblings in our home my parents found ways to keep smiles and happy times in our childhood . having two older sisters and a baby brother yes it was definitely full of surprises in our home. The second oldest sister and I were the closest because with two of our cousins we are all four in the close age range where we enjoyed being with each other . the four of us were each others childhood best friends. Where you seen one you seen the other three not too far away . That is where this story shall begin . our dads are brothers and they grew up in this place called Jumbo which I call the boondocks . generational property passed down for many many years back when the Indians had claims to this land , Our dads Great aunt which was known as a spinster lived in a one bedroom home which today still stands , that was built by her parents family for them to live in as she was a child , well if I remember correctly because she never had kids of her own she really didn't take too well with kids and preferred to be left alone , the story that has stuck with us today that we were told as kids was she passed away in her home and if you listen closely you can hear her footsteps as she walks up and down the oil top road in which we loved to play on. Maybe this is why our dads told us this to see if we would still stay out playing during the summer nights or if we would be too scared to. If you don't think this is scary imagine being 10 years old and love playing outside all hours of the night . I guess my dad and uncle had a lot of laughs back then because the four of us would grab flashlights and walk and every time we walked past the little abandoned home one of us would say something and we would all take off running as if we heard her footsteps and it seemed every time one of us would be left behind as the other three teamed up and ran as fast as they could, I remember one time I thought I was going to pee my pants trying to keep up and not be left behind because being scared in my mind I really thought the footsteps were close and real and I couldn't run fast enough.. The crazy silly things we do when we are young but to make matters worse we would all end up in our cousins bedroom and an imagination can really stir up a child's mind . the street light that was outside my cousins bedroom window would dazzle in with this extra shadow that displayed across the center of their bedroom floor in the shape of what looked like the devils fork . after running from the footsteps we would be whispering and shaking all of us scared not wanting to go to sleep but we all knew we better not wake anyone else up. That same episode happened more so than not in those days as if being scared became a game amongst the four of us . as I look back at those days I now know why I don't like scary movies.we had our own scary movie we played in during those days. my sister and I talk about our child hood quiet a bit and we just laugh about the footsteps we thought we heard because the Joke was played on us . If you look at the picture that is the one bedroom home that still stands at this time and the black oil top road that we would keep busy with our feet.
By Karen Green4 years ago in Confessions
Hometown Hero
I had the same best friend for several years of my childhood. “Mae” lived right across the road from me, so we walked back and forth to each other’s houses all the time. She only stopped being my best friend when she moved away and we lost touch. She was very confident and outgoing and I was extremely shy and introverted, so spending time with her probably made my life a lot more interesting.
By Dawn Salois4 years ago in Confessions
Board, Meet Head
To say I was energetic and rambunctious as a child is a bit like saying the universe is big. While it captures the essence of the thing, it fails to convey the sheer scope and magnitude of it. Mostly, I think I was that way because of a genetic predisposition to that sort of personality type and its corresponding behaviors. However, I have little doubt that environmental factors played a major role in exacerbating my hyperactive streak. Specifically, in this case I am referring to diet. More specifically I am referring to the very high sugar content of my diet at that time. A typical day featured Lucky Charms for breakfast, up to an entire 2L of Mountain Dew or any other soda we might have on hand, and whatever assorted cookies, candies, or cakes I could lay my grubby little hands on. I had very loving parents, and I think overall they did a very good job raising two troubled and troubling children, but for one major exception which was what they allowed, and in some cases encouraged, me to eat. Granted, back in the early 1980s when I grew up less was known about the dangers of sugar, but even then it was a well established fact that sugar made kids hyper, and I was hyper enough for three kids in my sleep, let alone when wide awake after powering down an entire carton of oreo cookies or four snickers bars or both. In my parents defense, at that time we had much bigger concerns such as the dangers of communism, and the possibility that the Soviets might lob a few thousand nukes our way sparking a genocidal global thermonuclear war that would end in the death of the entire planet, so I cut them some slack on the sugar thing. Despite my truly awful diet I remained skinny as a rail throughout my childhood and to this day, again a fortunate happenstance of genetics and not through any great efforts on my part.
By Everyday Junglist4 years ago in Confessions
To The Monster
To the monster that shared my bed. Do you remember the fear on my face, and the words you mumbled? Because I do. I remember the stinch of your breath as it hit the nap of my neck. Raising all the hairs, like an electrical current surging through my body.
By Haley Walls4 years ago in Confessions
To The Monster
To the monster that shared my bed. Do you remember the fear on my face, and the words you mumbled? Because I do. I remember the stinch of your breath as it hit the nap of my neck. Raising all the hairs, like an electrical current surging through my body.
By Haley Walls4 years ago in Confessions
The Nerf Turbo Football ! one of the greatest toys from the 90s
Let’s take a trip down memory lane to the 90s a time when we used to go outside to play more. Long before the net and video games took over our lives. One of my favorite things to do back then was play with the Nerf Turbo Football. I remember the commercial for this great toy like it was yesterday. Today I am going to tell you why I love the Nerf Turbo Football and why it’s one of the best toys of all time.
By The Sinister Pen4 years ago in Confessions
A True Story About Zombies
Growing up in the country you didn’t have a lot of options to entertain yourself. It was being a farm boy, meth, or sometimes worse. Rotting your brain on the dumb sides of the interenet. My friends definitely did what we could to rot our brains with various theories and pseudo science possibilities of the future so much that we came up with plans of what to do if zombies were real. What our plans were. Skills we would need. It was always in the back of our minds and we would talk about it at least once a week during lunch.
By Unabated Lemon4 years ago in Confessions
Respecting Your Neighbors...
The Dixie Chicks perform a song on YouTube called, "White Trash Wedding" [YouTube]. It's off their sixth studio album - "Home" [Google]. As the videoclip opens, you hear three women sing in JOY, UNISON, and for me, TRUTH... "You can't afford... no... ring..."
By Unlisted&Twisted!4 years ago in Confessions
Jokes fuel the comedy
When I was a kid, type 1 diabetes, and diabetes in general was not nearly as ubiquitous as today. The technology and mindset of freedom necessary to live normally while having it were certainly lacking, but the improvements have allowed so much more normalcy and enjoyment. Back then, I’d eat close to zero carbs – mostly tofu, poultry, vegetables, and cheese. The cheese would be cooked into a cracker and fat drained from it. Recently I saw and tried a much prettier and likely mass produced version in the grocery store. It was either a grocery store brand or from Taco Bell. However, it was much greasier than my childhood homecooked version. Every bite was a giant “CRUNCH.” It came with crumbs galore, so I’d eat over some sort of dish or tray, and then eat the crumbs as well.
By F4 years ago in Confessions
