Childhood

When I Was Young ......
Introduction Someone said to me that they laiked a particular band "when they wer young" and it made me think of where I am and things I liked as a kid, and the sort of things that catch my attention now.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about 22 hours ago in Confessions
I Wait
The concrete was cold. I was five. I sat on the porch of my mom’s house, dressed in my frilly blue dress and tiara. Hours passed. My mom tried to get me to come inside.
By A. Bella day ago in Confessions
THE LETTER I STILL HAVEN’T OPENED
There is a letter in my possession that I have never opened. I’ve had it for years. I know my mother’s handwriting is inside.
By Dakota Denise 9 days ago in Confessions
THE BIRTHDAY THEY GAVE ME INSTEAD
Three Minutes Changed the Date. Thirty-Three Years Hid the Truth. At thirty-three years old, I thought I knew the basic facts about myself.
By Dakota Denise 9 days ago in Confessions
ACCORDING TO MY MOTHER
At thirty-three years old, I thought I knew the basic facts about myself. My name was Camille Bennett. I was the youngest of five.
By Dakota Denise 9 days ago in Confessions
BLOOD IS THICKER THAN
BLOOD IS THICKER THAN … Anything *^#! Our friend Marie381 who writes here on Vocal write a story about her father and his sister: Blood Is Thicker Than Soap And Water and that sparked me to write about an incident involving my brother and me.
By Margaret Brennan11 days ago in Confessions
FRANKIE AND JONNIE
FRANKIE AND JONNIE My brother and me ///\\\ He was adamant! He was determined! He screamed! He threw tantrums! He was also a 27-month old little boy.
By Margaret Brennan12 days ago in Confessions
The Mind of a Forgetful
We've all been there at some point in our lives: you walk into the kitchen to get something out of the refrigerator, open the door, and can't remember what you went looking for in the first place. Imagine things like this happening repeatedly on a daily basis. That is my forever problem, and for the life of me, I cannot get used to it.
By ChezaLuna19 days ago in Confessions
I Survived The Lies
You took everything I loved away from me, Stole it all away, With your poisonous mouth, Spewing assumptions about things you never knew about,
By Carol Ann Townend27 days ago in Confessions
Surprise!
Dad was great at playing innocent and feigning ignorance of anything he did wrong. Anything he ever did paled in comparison to one particular weekend. In later years, I thought about those days, and our naiveté seemed astounding. We were so blinded by fear of Dad that we took everything he said at face value. It was better not to argue, so we didn’t. Not questioning him taught us some bitter lessons.
By Alexandra Grantabout a month ago in Confessions
To the Things They Don't Tell You. Top Story - September 2026. Content Warning.
Reader’s Note: This talks about birthing, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of blood, and postpartum anxiety. Read at your own risk. Do not walk with me if you can’t.
By Chel Writesabout a month ago in Confessions
I'm Not Nice . Top Story - August 2026.
I remember the first time a man threatened me with violence because I hurt his ego. I was thirteen or so. One of my aunts, a sweet soul, had divorced her husband and gradually taken a new one. He was nice at first, charming. Most of the family bought it, at first. Gradually the layers of his smile peeled back until we all saw his rotten core. And, us children, we saw it first.
By Laura Lannabout a month ago in Confessions