Childhood
The Adventures of a Wild Child
It is very nice to meet you! I always enjoy meeting new and different people. Our differences make the world go 'round! Why does everyone want to fight about our differences, instead of embracing them? I have always tried my best to go with the flow. I also, believe that everyone has a right to their own opinions, likes and dislikes and most of all, their own lives!
By T. K. Wilson4 years ago in Confessions
Neighborhood Ghostbusters
Growing up in Hamilton, Ohio never proved to be overly interesting—aside from some girl that got stabbed on my front lawn at four o’clock in the morning or many fire-department rescues of far too large kids attempting to squeeze themselves into infant swings. Despite this, and the raging opioid epidemic gutting my community in ways I couldn’t understand, I had a really good childhood. My family settled on a street corner directly across from a decently sized park that often housed a plethora of children my age. I could generally be found outdoors, utilizing my vast imagination and perpetually getting myself in trouble.
By Jules Day (they/them) 4 years ago in Confessions
What it is like having an alcoholic for a father
My dad is a man very hard to describe. In the early years I was sheltered from his destructive behavior. Dads house was a place of true adventure and great holidays. At the time he owned a thriving business because he had not yet become an alcoholic. He was a very rich man, we went on trips to Honduras, Mexico and Cancun. He would take us to sea world, and take us on boat trips for the whole weekend. He owned a wonderful cottage and we played outside all day becoming one with animals and the nature around us. We went to Disney land, and endless trips to there places. He truly left me with a wonderful childhood. He owned a multibillion dollar business and had lots of friends. But as he slipped into alcoholism he would soon loose everything.
By Julia Stellings4 years ago in Confessions
Television static 📺 🖤✨
Before you start reading it. I’ll like you to know I’m dedicating this piece to those split seconds of insecurities that I feel when I feel…..nostalgic. I know. I also have not much to work with but that’s really what my brain does best. Leaving important details behind~ Oh well. Do enjoy this one folks. Cause there is more where that came from. Hehe~
By Basil Fresh4 years ago in Confessions
Why I would rather skip Halloween and move onto Christmas
You're thinking "Oh she's crazy! Why doesn't she like Halloween?" Well, you see here, I do not find any joy in Halloween anymore. The magic of that has worn off. I am not a kid anymore and no, spending hundreds of dollars on a costume I am only wearing once, I cannot fathom that.
By Marissa Jeffries4 years ago in Confessions
To The Girl Who Believed
Content Warning: vague mention of religion (negative) To the little girl who believed. I want you to know. I don’t blame you for hating me. A part of me hates me too. I don’t know if I’m better off. All I know if that I feel like I’ve chosen the right path, finally. I don’t have to search and wait and hope for my future to be worthwhile because I get to define it. I get to make it. And if God is real, then I am glad I am not a part of that. I am glad that I chose to walk away. I am glad that I am not under Their control, that I am not bound to Their rules and Their plan for me.
By L. J. Knight 4 years ago in Confessions
Wonderland called Paris
You wouldn't expect most stories to be based on horror. Not the kind of horror you find yourself renting on DVD, VHS, On Demand, or going to a cinema. No this is the kind of horror you can never escape. The horror based in your own mind. Put on reply and constantly reminding yourself you live in a series of unfortunate events. Each one more heartbreaking tale and troubling as then next. A kind of horror where you prefer the comfort of a nonexistent world like wonderland. Rather then real-life. Why? Because being apart of the everyday society only brings more chaos into your already wearing thin, tight-rope walking world.
By Meegan Swan4 years ago in Confessions
That time I had flesh eating disease (and saw a leprechaun)
When I was six years old, I woke up one morning and couldn’t move. I had a fever, my right leg was swollen and I was in pain. My mum wrapped me in a ski jacket and packed me into our lime green 78’ Volkswagen, driving as quickly to the doctor’s as the snowy roads would allow. We were sent directly to the hospital where I was given a bed and hooked up to an IV in the children’s ward.
By Sarah Hildreth Rankin4 years ago in Confessions
I Met my First Date at Ozzfest
Ozzfest 2001 was actually my first real concert, I was 14 years old. My parents were young so they were there too. I really had no idea what to expect, but I was so excited because so many bands i loved were going to be there. Looking back now its so crazy to think that I got to see Slipknot before they became a headlining band, but cool that I got to see that growth. At this point I had many crushes on guys at school, but other than hanging out at school I never went out on a date.
By Kimmiekins44 years ago in Confessions
Life as a tween
hii I’m Mackenzie but on here I go by Blair! ——- Im a tween! - - - - I suffer through anxiety and depression. I have some amazing friends like, my mom /Marie/sunny/jimbo/tosca/cayden/Logan/and a lot more! My friends mean the world to me and don’t know what I would do without them.
By Blair rose willow4 years ago in Confessions
