Childhood
I Left My Dad Without Saying Goodbye
Is making amends before someone dies always possible or necessary? For more than ten years of my life, I wanted to believe my dad did change. I felt it was my duty to build a relationship with him. His kidney problems then later a possible tumor influenced this decision. Never mind the unjustified wrath he poured out onto my mom, my first two brothers, and me when we all still lived with him.
By Julie "US Writer" Anne 5 years ago in Confessions
Low Down Dirty Shame
Every adult has a horrific, gut wrenching, hell dwelling, embarrassing story from their childhood that has made them wish the neuralyzer from Men in Black was real. I happen to have one of those stories, so buckle up and prepare to have cringeworthy feelings arise. This all started when I was fifteen, at which point my was relatively boring, I had had a few embarrassing moments occur but most of which I was able to repress. Until that point, I pretty much had a handle on my life, as a kid I got hospitalized a lot with one sickness or another, or some new found allergy that had arisen.
By Tony Phiri5 years ago in Confessions
The Koi Pond Incident
Choosing the most embarrassing moment to write about is like trying to guess how many grains of sand are on a beach. Or which pair of Nikes are my favorite. Or which anime OP song I’d want played at my funeral. The more I think about it, the more my answer changes. Embarrassing, regretful moments outline the story that is my life. As condescending and sad as it sounds, I think I have more of these moments than I do accomplishments. I’m cool with the person I am right now for the most part, and I can honestly say I’m trying to improve myself. Therefore, writing this isn’t a painful upchuck of memory but more of a cathartic flashback. Like I said though, there are alot of options to write about -- so I decided on the earliest one I could remember.
By Arman 5 years ago in Confessions
Shart Through the Heart
Every morning, growing up in hot, sunny Saudi Arabia; it was a constant sweaty tale of heaving, puffing, dressing up in a navy blue and white uniform, and being escorted by my nanny (referred to as a maid in the Middle East, the not-so-political term, have you) to the very bus stop that made my heart give out palpitations every time I approached it after the most cringe-worthy incident of my life.
By Sana Alibux5 years ago in Confessions
The Garden
The house was quiet. Too quiet, in fact. Like it had been for so many years since her husband had left her. The cat, rubbing against her legs, now offering the only companionship. Sometimes it was too much to bare, being reminded by the incessantly ticking clock above the kitchen sink of the moments to be spent in loneliness. But she endured, as she always had, by making her time in the garden out back.
By Brian M. Gelinas5 years ago in Confessions
Identity Crisis
Dig if you will. 1988. A young, confused, Black boy. Grew up in a predominantly white neighborhood. Only music he knew was Heavy Metal and some Pop songs but not much R&B or rap. Only shows he watched were the shows with a mainly white cast....except the Huxtables. He did this because all the Black kids made fun of him because he "talked white". He had a "white name". Because his clothes fit right on him. He was super skinny but had a huge head and a "bubble butt". Because he played baseball and not football or basketball. He was always scared to talk to the Black kids because of how he talked. Also, he had a stutter so that made the jokes that much more harsher.
By Ryan Henderson5 years ago in Confessions
Bladders Cannot Be Trusted
It’s not uncommon for kids to have accidents. Especially when you’re very little and have impossibly tricky over-all fastens, as I learned in kindergarten. I was never a bedwetter, but more than one occasion sleeping in my grandparent’s bed — waterbed — resulted in a rude awakening.
By Rii Pierce5 years ago in Confessions
The Un-Slippery Slope
Okay, before I tell this story you have to promise two things; 1. DON'T JUDGE ME! and 2. You won't hold me responsible if you pee your pants from laughing hysterically in disbelief. We good? Alright, cool beans. Just so we're clear, I regret NOTHING about this day. It was a learning experience and it made for a tear jerking, hysterical story to retell in my adult life.
By Tink5 years ago in Confessions
