Teenage years
"What Does Love Mean?" See How 4-8 Year-Old Kids Describe Love
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8-year-olds: "What does love mean?" The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think...
By John Smith3 years ago in Confessions
Lost in the Shuffle
Written in 2019. I feel guilty I do not remember as much about my little sister Itzel’s childhood as I do our other sister, Chelsey. Maybe it is because her childhood is still ongoing or because I was lumped with Chelsey all the time, despite her only being five years older. All three of us are closer than a lot of sisters. I talk more about Chelsey; I share more with Chelsey. Of course, she is nearly sixteen and Itzel is eleven, while I am twenty-five. Chelsey and I remember the harsher moments of our childhoods, working hard to protect Itzel from such gruesome matters. It made us good sisters, it made us close, but it also tore me apart from Itzel.
By C.M. Vazquez3 years ago in Confessions
Advantages and disadvantages of reading books
ADVANTAGES: In today's fast-paced digital era, where technology dominates our lives and information is just a click away, the age-old tradition of reading books holds a special place. Reading books has been a cherished pastime for centuries, providing a gateway to knowledge, imagination, and personal growth. This essay explores the enduring magic of reading books and the numerous benefits it offers to individuals and society as a whole.
By Shamreena3 years ago in Confessions
The Puzzle of My Past
As my boyfriend Joey skated across the rink, I jokingly snapped a selfie with my adoptive mother. But her response shook me to my core. What if I really was adopted? The thought echoed in my mind, drowning out the cheers of the hockey game. I struggled to hold back tears and hide my emotions from Joey.
By The Liv Chapters3 years ago in Confessions
THE FACE BEHIND THAT GORGEOUS SMILE
My beauty is overrated i would say, my smiles can make a little child shiver and my skin looks like those little pretty black marbles but life is like sitting in a furnace,I know right no one would sit in a furnace and no one would love my life ,right from the start i mean my birth ,my mum staying behind with my pregnancy at only 4 months as my dad passed on.
By Riano Remmy Twest3 years ago in Confessions
How to handle frustration!!!
Teenage frustration is a common and natural part of puberty. During this developmental stage, teenagers undergo major, overwhelming and confusing changes in their physical, emotional, and cognitive development. experience As a result, many of his teens experience frustration and anger, which can lead to emotional outbursts, impulsive behavior, and even depression and anxiety.
By Shrawani Deshmukh3 years ago in Confessions
The Impact of Pornography: Understanding Its Effects on Society and Individuals
Pornography has become increasingly prevalent in modern society, accessible with just a few clicks on a screen. While some argue that pornography can be a harmless form of sexual expression, research suggests that it has negative impacts on both individuals and society as a whole.
By dailyfeed3 years ago in Confessions
A Regrettable Playground Incident
This is not an easy story for me to share, but it's important to reflect on our past actions, even if they're not our proudest moments. I was reminded of this incident from my childhood recently, and it brought back a flood of emotions and regret.
By Chisi limi3 years ago in Confessions
Prompt #5
WHAT WAS A MAJOR TURNING POINT IN YOUR LIFE? I can tell you this much- being a kid, accountability for growing up is never forced until you reach a certain age. What do I mean by that? For example, adults are always telling your to "stay little", "don't rush to grow up", "enjoy being a kid". We have all heard it. Why? Because as kids ,we couldn't wait to grow up and live life unapologetically with our own set of rules. No one to tell us when to go to bed, what to watch, what chores need to be completed, what to wear. We would be our own compasses in life and we could go wherever the wind blew us.
By Lorelai Faye3 years ago in Confessions
