Childhood

My first roller coaster was Goliath Six Flags
My First Coaster Little 10 year old me heads to six flags with my cousins. My aunt and cousin automatically beeline for the Goliath, the biggest coaster in the park. Little me who has never been on a coaster before is tall enough at least to ride so I just walk right up there with them. I don't really understand about the ride until I am on it clicking up and yikes was it horrifying! So high up looking over and when it released I felt like I was going way too fast with the wind hurting my eyes I have to squeeze them.
By Seashell Harpspring 10 days ago in Confessions
The Things That Creep Me Out . Top Story - October 2026.
Honestly, there isn’t a whole lot that creeps me out. I can hold most bugs in my hand as long as no stingers or pinchers, observing them with curiosity. No problem. Snakes, (the harmless ones of course!) don’t really bother me either. I’m more fascinated by them than anything. Most spiders don’t phase me either. Isn’t their web spinning and craftsmanship fascinating by the way?
By Jasmine Aguilar12 days ago in Confessions
"No One Remembers It That Way...?"
"The Truth in the Embers The crackle of the campfire was the only sound bridging the gap between the summer of 2005 and the chilly night of August 2026. The guys were all gathered at the exact same lakeside clearing in the deep woods—Duke, Vicky, Pablo, Jim, Calvin, and Darrick.
By Vicky 'A' Blevins Reavis15 days ago in Confessions
OUR FALL WAS SCARY
OUR FALL WAS SCARY But he made it fun <><><> Because I was eight years old and the only girl in the neighborhood at that time, my ten-year old brother always let me tag along with him and his friends. (taken from my story, The Iron Man The Iron Man | Families)
By Margaret Brennan20 days ago in Confessions
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 22 days 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. Bell22 days 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 29 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 29 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 29 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 Brennanabout a month 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 Brennanabout a month 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 ChezaLunaabout a month ago in Confessions