Childhood
Snowman building
The melting of the glaciers, the melting of the years. There are always some things that cannot be taken away, among them is the childhood innocence in your heart and mine. When you grow up or old, think that your own child's innocence does not exist. But always find the existence of childishness in some fragmentary things, find the fun of childishness. Do you remember the songs and games of your childhood? The smiling face of a memory, a happy face, those are always the years that can not be melted - childish innocence.
Lisa HerrmannPublished 6 days ago in Confessions
Looking for childhood
Grow up, forget the world of childhood. The world that only exists in the eyes of children, that changes infinitely, sometimes such as the misty blue sky, sometimes such as the vast boundless sea, sometimes such as desolate desert. Sometimes it's not so grand, like a little dewdrop on a beautiful petal that opens at dawn.
OrstonPublished 8 days ago in Confessions
The confession room
The sky was clear and a few floating clouds floated like an ethereal song. The sun shines through, a soft light then shines into the heart of C City ......
BoniuHouPublished 9 days ago in Confessions
Goodbye, old house of childhood
My home is not what merchant rich and so on, had not seen build imposing manner grand, carve column jade build by laying bricks or stones and so on mansion, needless to say the winding path in grand view garden is deep and quiet, bamboo creek is beautiful place, but za common people has an old saying, gold nest silver nest is inferior to oneself earth nest, that 4 earth walls, the place of one party eave calls home.
OrstonPublished 9 days ago in Confessions
Why I'm Grateful for Duck Hunting
I still remember what it felt like. The year was 2015 and the quiet morning breeze that usually smelt of freshly mowed grass and the ink of ballpoint pens was different that Monday morning. Something had changed. Colors came off a little bit brighter, the sun shone just a bit warmer, and my priorities had shifted ever so slightly. Instead of thoughts of the day’s upcoming spelling test or anxiety over the report card that awaited my parents in the coming weeks, I saw images of men in white and men in green facing each other with nothing but a painted line on the grass to separate them. A massive concrete structure filled with a sea of people in green and gold, their voices echoing and ringing and vibrating, in sternums, out of vocal cords, down the stands, onto the field. The Ducks versus the Utes: the night the team from “Sack Lake City” startled the nation with a resounding 62-20 victory, handing Oregon a historic Whittingham-style loss. Duck hunting season hadn’t even started yet.
F. Elle HullPublished 10 days ago in Confessions
Blocked No More
Reading and writing were two of my biggest passions growing up. I would get lost in fictional worlds while reading and turn mine into a fictional one too while writing. It would always start out with "This is how my day went today..." and end in some dramatic new twist ending that never happened. I haven't written a story, or a journal entry, or anything in almost 20 years!
Vida NazirPublished 12 days ago in Confessions
"Shut up"
Everywhere I go, I feel I don’t truly belong. Every song I sing along to, amongst those beside me feels disharmonic. As if I’m the odd one out and this is always how it’s been. I feel like I was born in the wrong place, with the wrong people and I am constantly experiencing that same experience over and over again.
Juliette IvyPublished 13 days ago in ConfessionsI was alone
Finally, I was alone, but not like I am most of the time, when I’m trying to build my career, to center my mind to my body, taming the chaos in my mind and desperately trying to figure out who I’m trying to become. I was alone, my mind was quiet, my body was numb, I didn’t feel the desperate need for affection and socialization. I was contempt with myself.
Estera LupuPublished 14 days ago in Confessions
The alleyway of childhood, the happy alleyway, ripples of happiness.
The alleyway of childhood, the happy alleyway, ripples of happiness. The boat, I, in the blue waves, gently shaking, the sun, according to the water, the refraction of the light, my eyes, can not open the dazzle.
jratesunPublished 14 days ago in Confessions
Michael Caruso Was Different
Michael Caruso Was Different Mid-1980s West Fort Lauderdale was, by and large, a “God and Guns” jerkwater. My housing block ended where the Everglades began. Davie, a city not half an hour’s drive from my home, held Saturday morning streetside Klan coteries during daylight hours. At best, the biome was inconducive to intellectualism and/or independent thinking. At worst, it was downright inhospitable.
Chris ZPublished 14 days ago in Confessions
Sometimes it is beautiful to lose
I remember when I was very young, my family bought me some toys. They were willing to spend their hard-earned money to make me happy and obedient. Can be young and ignorant of me, do not know what is hard-won, what is well-intentioned, only know is full of excitement to play with toys, and the result is often not out of three or two days, toys were I toss and turn. When my family saw me, their faces were also full of joy, and they did not blame me at all. At that time, I did not know what to cherish, but I read happiness from the family's loving eyes, I think, that is their childhood I dote on, do not blame the scene! To this day, I still vaguely remember their happy smiling faces, which I can never forget. Although I lost the toys to accompany me, but from now on my family kept in my heart that a familiar and happy smiling face of the most beautiful.
mariyliPublished 19 days ago in ConfessionsThe camp experience from Hell
I very much wish this story was a fictional tale, but sadly this is all taken from my experience. Due to many other subjects, the Summer of 2001, for me, was extremely difficult. One of the several was surviving Camp Flaming Arrow. Everyone in our friends and family circle swore it was the best camp ever. From their reliable and caring staff, to their educational and safe environment. It was a haven for all children.
Julianne AlguesevaPublished 20 days ago in Confessions
