Childhood
The Boy That Didn't Listen
The ice was still thick on the lake in a lot of spots, but thin in some areas. Parents were keeping their children away from the lake due to the unstable ice, age of children, drowning possibilities etc. There was a family in the community with four children and one afternoon after school their ten year old took a short cut over the lake. His family looked on in horror as the ice gave way in the center of the lake and he went under. The older sister ran to her neighbor and told them what happened and the husband sprung into action, had his wife call the fire station and also called for the ice rescue team. He went out to where they saw where their brother went into the water. The neighbor tied off a safety rope then started towards the big hole.
By Lawrence Edward Hinchee4 years ago in Confessions
Unspoken Things
I laughed when Adam said, “don't stand over there. Don't go anywhere over there.” I gave him one of my all-knowing kind of looks, but I stayed away. Why didn't he want me going over there? Was there something wrong with that corner of the barn?
By Kerry Williams5 years ago in Confessions
Golden Flower, Golden Hair
It was the best summer as I walked out the front door of our 2 story house. I was 6 and adored the summer. June would come as school was about to finish, the anticipation for freedom would come into my mind, and the restlessness got to be overwhelming. My wait was over and the warm summer day unfolded around me. I could hear the morning birds. It was like they were singing to me. A perfect little breeze came up, just the right amount of coolness to keep one comfortable. What a great day! I felt so alive...I felt so free! This was the way life was supposed to be. Everything was so vibrant. I put my feet upon the new grass of our front yard. Mom had just bought me new Adidas and I was excited to wear them. I always loved getting new sneakers. Ah, the smell of fresh grass. It was invigorating. I walked around the yard and noticed a fat bee. I watched it for a bit and continued out onto the street. Kyle was there, on his old bicycle, chomping on bubble gum as usual. He was my age and one of those kids that liked to crack jokes a lot and some people were annoyed by him. He didn't bother me, I liked him, and he was my friend. Truth was, I was a bit of ham, myself. Kyle and I talked for awhile, he gave me a piece of his Hubba Bubba, and I continued on my way. I was looking forward to seeing what else the day had in store.
By Carl Parker5 years ago in Confessions
A Psychologist Called Me A Sociopath When I Was 4
The place was hunter green and tan, and everything was too big - that's my memory of the office, all I can drum up through the haze of early childhood. No one bothered to tell me where we were or why - concepts that would only be lost on a four year-old. So I busied myself as best I could until it was my turn to go into the office, the smaller one.
By Andrew Johnston5 years ago in Confessions
When I Write, I am Home
It may sound cliché to say that writing is the thing that gives me inner peace. Especially when I’m writing about it to enter a challenge. Still, cliché as it may be, writing is what both calms and stimulates my brain. Putting a pen to paper or fingers to a keyboard helps breath life back into my weary body and burnt-out brain.
By Midwest Mama5 years ago in Confessions
Adventures in Fantasyland
I don’t remember what my parents read to me as a small child because that was over 50 years ago. After the basic beginning readers, books like See Spot Run or Jack and Jill, my parents probably read to me the usual tales of the times. I am sure I was read the standard fare for a kid of the 60’s- Dr. Seuss, Shel Silverstein, and Raold Dahl (who wrote great books like Charlie and the Chocolate Factory). But as soon as I could comprehend stories on my own, I became an avid reader of the books of my choice. We moved a lot when I was a child, so the fantastical worlds and the interesting characters in the books became my best friends. Always being the new kid in town, I never had many children to play with, so I kept to myself and my stories. The library was my favorite place wherever we went. I was definitely one of those kids who hid under the blanket with my flashlight to keep reading my latest book past my bedtime. And oh the wonderful places they took me, and what great inspirations to my imagination they were.
By Janet Freedland5 years ago in Confessions
That is How the Cookie Crumbles
As I clutched my gingerbread house with both hands, I realized that I didn't take into account the weight of my creation for my short walk home. After a fun night of Christmas decorating at my friend's house, I was more tired than I realized and ready to get home. My eyes scanned over Plieningerstraße, the road leading to my building in Frankfurt, Germany. I noticed the guard letting a car pass through the gate as I trudged on to the last apartment in our complex.
By Corinne Jenkins5 years ago in Confessions
Death Around Every Corner
I feel like I always knew what death was. My parents never had to have a scary, sad conversation with me as to what exactly happens when you die. I think this was partially because my parents knew so many dead people. I would point to a picture and ask who it was. They would tell me who and they they were dead. They were gone forever and I would never see them. That was fine. I was far to young to wish I had met them. I was also too young to feel sad about it, so that didn't really matter. I knew what death was. That's all. Except, that wasn't all. Now I knew I would die, and I have never had a day go by where I don't think about it.
By Kristina Silva5 years ago in Confessions
My Passion, My Voice, My Path To Inner Peace
Back, way back, when I was a wee lad, I dared to dream of being an artist. Yes, it's a big dream. Imagine having art collected around the world. That's a tall order. I tell you what, though, I'm sure glad little me wasn't afraid to dream big. Fast forward to today and you'll find I did become an artist with work collected around the world. It's an amazing life I lead. But, alas, it's not all fairytales and gumdrops.
By Carl Parker5 years ago in Confessions
How I Discovered ASMR
When I was younger, I would sleep with my parents and occasionally ask my mom to tell me a story. These stories were adventure stories that combined my love of animals and my dream of exploring with something to calm me down. They involved me as a grown-up adventurer, Indiana Jones-style, exploring the world searching for the most unique animals on the planet. This adventurer would travel the African landscapes, the North American deserts, and the South American rainforests looking for the most beautiful creatures on the planet. Sometimes, I would even chime in my own personal ideas as to where the story could go. I honestly don't remember a whole ton from many of these stories, but there's one element that I do remember that stuck with me forever.
By Jamie Lammers5 years ago in Confessions
