Childhood

A Pen Not a Plate
I should have seen this coming to be honest. The evidence was all in the countless times I profusely sweat and got panic attacks when I was a few feet away from him.
By James Ssekamatte5 years ago in Confessions
lost
There was a time when I knew you, knew how to find you, how to call you. There was a time when I believed you would never leave me, that you would always be by my side.
By lala sj5 years ago in Confessions
When I Was Number 14
I’m not quite sure how it happened, but by the time I was 10-years-old, the game of basketball was my entire life. I played on every team at school, and travelled the continent every weekend. I always knew I wasn’t the best on the team, but I also knew I wasn’t the worst. They didn’t miss me all that much if I had to sit out for a game, but I was always welcomed back with open arms.
By Maeple Fourest5 years ago in Confessions
Painful Memories
We all have embarrassing moments and fun/hysterical moments to share. What's mine, well let me tell you! It all started on a nice day. I was a cute 5 year old little girl. I had beautiful curls, a pink shirt as I remember and some shorts. Of course it was a fine day because I lived in sunny Florida. My mom handed me a granola bar and I took the leash for my dog that we hung on the wall off and clicked it on to my dog's collar. My dog was a cute white fluffy mix. I'm not sure what breed it was because I never asked my parents when I was little. But my cute but very disobedient dog's name was Snowflake, and I loved her so very much.
By Isabella Rios5 years ago in Confessions
5th Grade
This is such a deep memory I have to relive. I am so glad that I don't go to that school anymore, it was such a toxic environment for me. Since the school was private, teachers got away with so much.
By ash & mil5 years ago in Confessions
The Killer Fart
The Killer Fart Sometimes things happen that leaves you searching for answers, but answers are harder to find than questions.
By Gregory Dolan Dies5 years ago in Confessions
When You Gotta Go, You Gotta Go
Back when I was a little kid, and we're talking twenty some-odd years ago, I went to daycare after school. It was fairly normal, as far as daycares go. After school, I would be accompanied by other children and a teacher as we walked around the corner to the other school where daycare was hosted. This also happened pretty much immediately after the bell rang, as well, which meant we needed to form a line in the hallway quickly and wait for a teacher. Only then could we leave the building.
By Jessica Gustafson5 years ago in Confessions
A Life Unlived
Achievement is subjective. Many people are satisfied with less, they just think they need more. Although expectations of me have always been depressingly minimal, people have always felt they had a stake in my life, I suppose.
By JoJoBonetto5 years ago in Confessions
Weird Things I Believed as a Kid
So, we all believe strange things we’re told as a kid. Sometimes, we have a different understanding of what things mean, or we believe in silly fables, myths, and tales. Some of these things you might think “hey, I thought that too!” But for the most part, I’d be surprised if you did. So here are a few of the strange things I believed when I was a kid. After you read them, I’m sure you’re going to think: jeez, what a strange kid!
By Lindsay Dewolfe5 years ago in Confessions
I was told there would be Cake
I guess you come to expect certain things of yourself and are astounded when things don't go the way you had planned it in your head. My first embarrassing story coincides with the time I watched my first horror movie.
By Annabella5 years ago in Confessions
Who Am I?
I didn’t love myself for a very long time. This went way back to middle school as a young Black girl trying to figure out who she was and how to fit into this world. I never really wasn’t too concerned with my looks in elementary school because a lot of kids weren’t thinking about what they had on, what they looked like or how their hair looked. It was all about seeing their friends and recess. LOL. At least for some I guess. Those were the good old days where we didn’t have to worry about responsibilities or peer pressure. As kids, our job was to just live and focus on being a kid!
By That Riverz Gurl 5 years ago in Confessions
My Big Scooter Crash
The music was loud in the background. But my mind wasn’t on the party. The school was throwing their annual mentor-mentee bash. There were bounce houses, face paint, dunk tank, and much more. It was the most exciting event for those in the junior high.
By Abigail Sulfridge5 years ago in Confessions