Teenage years
The Adventures of D-Dog
He’s a beautiful dog, that’s what people always tell me when they get a good look at him. He’s a mutt, with the build of a pit bull and the size of an American bulldog. Sometimes the brindle makes him look like a small tiger. All four paws, his chest, and the very tip of his tail are painted white.
By Steven Davis4 years ago in Confessions
The Summer of 2005
It was august of 2005, that my family decided to spend summer vacation at my maternal grandparents village. The village was named "lakhrup", it was around 25 kms away from the place in city Patna, where we lived. In India, Summer vacation, is a time for gathering for each and every member of the family at one place, this time, that place was my grandparents place. We were supposed to leave the day after. Being very excited about the whole journey , I and my younger brother, packed all our clothes, toys in our respective school bags, yeah, we used to do it and those school bags used to have high importance for us. After we were done, we got called for dinner. There was our servant at the door, my dad was giving him some money, apparently his son was ill. He on the other hand was refusing to take it, however, my father put the money in his hand and told him to get his son treated.
By Divya Ranjan4 years ago in Confessions
Remember that bizarre story you wrote at 15? Well, this guy on Twitter does
When I was about 15, I wasn't too sure of myself. While I was leaps and bounds above where I was two years ago, I nevertheless had a tough time at school. In particular, I was the target of a "popular" girl, who seemed to like everyone but me. I could just say "hi," and she's be all like "Get away, loser!" The other girls weren't much better, not only did they defend her, they almost encouraged her. In particular, they gave her the attention she very much craved.
By Jennifer Rose4 years ago in Confessions
Letters Never Sent- Vol 3
September 20, 1989 Dear Lisa, Being back in school stinks, I don’t mind tho, since I have summer memories to get me thru my long boring days of geometry. When I want to think about you, I pull out my script from summer camp and re-read our scenes together. I have learned to only do this when I am alone, since doing the voices out loud for both parts makes people stare. And I have been reading even more plays whenever I can even tho I have a hard time understanding all the words that Shakespeare uses, it's not like when I was with you and they just sort of made sense. I sure am glad that we didn't have to stage it like they did back in Victorian times, or i would've been stuck kissing Ronny Felderbaum instead of you. (though i heard he is a pretty good kisser, that's what i heard anyway).. but i digress..
By Bill Arrowood4 years ago in Confessions
Letters Never Sent- Vol 2
Sept 28, 1988 Dear Jenny, Its been five days since I last saw you. Well actually its been like a five days since I saw you first, I mean, well, since I saw you for the first time. I’m sure someday I will look back at that moment and remember it fondly, but right now I am pretty embarrassed.
By Bill Arrowood4 years ago in Confessions
Can I Believe in Me?
It's harder to believe in ourselves than it is to believe in others. When I was a little girl, my mom told me I could do anything and be anything I wanted. I wanted to be a firefighting pop star policewoman who also saved wild animals; I was an ambitious child. I tore apart travel magazines and posted pictures around my room from all over the world, places I wanted to see, things I wanted to do.
By Mae McCreery4 years ago in Confessions
Mom, the one who saw potential
My mom has always been one of my biggest inspirations and support systems. Even when I was younger I knew I could go to her if I ever needed anything. She may be mad, or disappointed but she would always have my back if I had an issue. She is also one of the strongest women I know - every time I learn something new about her, I'm in awe of the kind of woman she is. She lights up the room when she walks in, and it gets a little darker when she leaves.
By Hannah Cozicar4 years ago in Confessions
