Childhood
Kindergarten Murder
Learning about yourself is one of the most rewarding parts of living. Finding that piece of information that helps you understand yourself more feels like finding a missing puzzle piece. It is the biggest breath of fresh air. I learned at a very young age that I could take things too far, but it would be years before I would come to understand what to do with that information. I just knew that I would always have to be careful when sharing my darkest moment.
Alisha JonesPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsA concatenation of circumstances
Many years later I would learn that the financial crisis of 2009 had already begun rearing its ugly head in the summer of 2007. But in 2007, the exuberant speculation in the housing market was drowning out the concerns of the few doomsaying bankers and economists. Wall Street was deluged in a rain of money. Some droplets from that downpour had also managed to percolate into the hands of my father, who, overjoyed by his fortuitous investments, had whisked us off to San Francisco for a family vacation.
Kshitij KothariPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsIt Was a 'W' Until It was an 'L'
Like lots of people, overthinking is a bane of my existence. Even before I knew there was a word for this condition it had being with me all along, a cruel, constant, companion.
M.C IvasePublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsSnotty-Nosed Brat
I was a challenging kid. I was often withdrawn, played with my toys a lot, was moody and emotional, and I could throw a temper tantrum like no one else. I was sensitive and awkward and had learned whether through nature or nurture to avoid conflict. Sure, I was bullied at school, but I was in the middle rungs of the social ladder. I often found it easier to get along with my teachers than my peers and I had a good rapport with most of them.
Leif Conti-GroomePublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsI Left My Dad Without Saying Goodbye
Is making amends before someone dies always possible or necessary? For more than ten years of my life, I wanted to believe my dad did change. I felt it was my duty to build a relationship with him. His kidney problems then later a possible tumor influenced this decision. Never mind the unjustified wrath he poured out onto my mom, my first two brothers, and me when we all still lived with him.
Julie "US Writer" AnnePublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsLow Down Dirty Shame
Every adult has a horrific, gut wrenching, hell dwelling, embarrassing story from their childhood that has made them wish the neuralyzer from Men in Black was real. I happen to have one of those stories, so buckle up and prepare to have cringeworthy feelings arise. This all started when I was fifteen, at which point my was relatively boring, I had had a few embarrassing moments occur but most of which I was able to repress. Until that point, I pretty much had a handle on my life, as a kid I got hospitalized a lot with one sickness or another, or some new found allergy that had arisen.
Tony PhiriPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsThe Koi Pond Incident
Choosing the most embarrassing moment to write about is like trying to guess how many grains of sand are on a beach. Or which pair of Nikes are my favorite. Or which anime OP song I’d want played at my funeral. The more I think about it, the more my answer changes. Embarrassing, regretful moments outline the story that is my life. As condescending and sad as it sounds, I think I have more of these moments than I do accomplishments. I’m cool with the person I am right now for the most part, and I can honestly say I’m trying to improve myself. Therefore, writing this isn’t a painful upchuck of memory but more of a cathartic flashback. Like I said though, there are alot of options to write about -- so I decided on the earliest one I could remember.
ArmanPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsShart Through the Heart
Every morning, growing up in hot, sunny Saudi Arabia; it was a constant sweaty tale of heaving, puffing, dressing up in a navy blue and white uniform, and being escorted by my nanny (referred to as a maid in the Middle East, the not-so-political term, have you) to the very bus stop that made my heart give out palpitations every time I approached it after the most cringe-worthy incident of my life.
Sana AlibuxPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsA Tale of Signatures
A train of thoughts began when I saw the theme of this challenge. All kinds of throwback situations that have been as lessons of life.
Aarti TrivediPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsThe Garden
The house was quiet. Too quiet, in fact. Like it had been for so many years since her husband had left her. The cat, rubbing against her legs, now offering the only companionship. Sometimes it was too much to bare, being reminded by the incessantly ticking clock above the kitchen sink of the moments to be spent in loneliness. But she endured, as she always had, by making her time in the garden out back.
Brian M. GelinasPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsMy Hair
“ Okay, we are going to Auntie’s house, Ella will be here shortly. Don't open the door for anyone” My mom said. She finished grabbing her things and went out to hang out with her friends.
M.K JonaePublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsIdentity Crisis
Dig if you will. 1988. A young, confused, Black boy. Grew up in a predominantly white neighborhood. Only music he knew was Heavy Metal and some Pop songs but not much R&B or rap. Only shows he watched were the shows with a mainly white cast....except the Huxtables. He did this because all the Black kids made fun of him because he "talked white". He had a "white name". Because his clothes fit right on him. He was super skinny but had a huge head and a "bubble butt". Because he played baseball and not football or basketball. He was always scared to talk to the Black kids because of how he talked. Also, he had a stutter so that made the jokes that much more harsher.
Ryan HendersonPublished 3 years ago in Confessions