Teenage years
What Did I Learn From My First Love?
My first love taught me... Rupi Kaur's Gratitude Writing Prompts My first husband taught me about the love between a man and a woman. I was young, a teen but I understood clearly what that was when I met him. I was 15 when I met him and he was 21 years old. He was one of my best friends' older brother.
Denise E LindquistPublished a day ago in ConfessionsRethinking Resilience in Kids: Nurturing vs. Toughening
While chatting with my besties today over coffee, a topic emerged. A recurring question we get in our community: why do we want to shield our children from everything?
Gabriela Trofin-TatárPublished 2 days ago in ConfessionsEchoes of Affection: A Tale of Romance Rediscovered
In the quaint town of Willow Creek, nestled amidst rolling hills and whispering woods, the scent of roses mingled with the crisp autumn air. It was here, in this picturesque setting, that the story of Emily and James unfolded—a tale of love's resilience amidst the ebb and flow of life's currents.
david jonesPublished 5 days ago in ConfessionsThe Old Sheeps' Farm
My earliest memories are always filled with sheep. My father had sheep, and so did a lot of the neighbours. They had been crucial to the island economy for generations, providing both meat and the wool for our traditional fabric, Harris Tweed, which was spun at home by women and sold to bolster families' income.
TheSpinstressPublished 6 days ago in Confessions- Top Story - April 2024
The Joy of Giving
Funny story — well I got a good laugh! Most of my followers know I’m about to set off in a couple of months to explore this beautiful country I live in.
Colleen MillsteedPublished 7 days ago in Confessions Warmth in the Soup: The Academic Journeys and Dreams of Three Generations of Women
I remember when I was in my third year of high school, my homeroom teacher always looked at me with worry and said, "Others become thin as soon as they read the third year of high school. Why do you have a rounder face as you read more? Did you really put effort into reading ?" It was really unfair. I thought I read seriously. Every night when I returned home from self-study, there was always a bowl of soup simmering on the small coal stove waiting for me. Unable to resist my grandmother's supervision, I drank it and went to sleep. How could I not get fat?
Beck_MoultonPublished 8 days ago in ConfessionsEmbracing Self-Love: A Journey of Personal Growth and Rediscovery
Actually, I didn't miss you that much. Why did you appear in my sight again? Can you please stop caring about me? Can you please stop reminiscing about me? Looking back now, I was really foolish.
Beck_MoultonPublished 8 days ago in ConfessionsBound by Heart, Longing for Home
Just remembered and wrote a few words casually. This sentence has to be said since high school. In September 2000, I entered the only high school in the county, which was my first time leaving home, actually just over 20 miles away. To be honest, I didn't like staying there and wasn't used to it. I was used to being lazy at home and couldn't carry out my fishing life, which was very frustrating. I was trapped inside the wall all day long, and had to rely on flying eaves and walls to get out, or disguised as a day student to get by, and was often caught. So I looked forward to the monthly homecoming week all day long, looking forward to the stars and moon, and missing home. Actually, when you say you miss home, it doesn't mean that a man can't live without his family. I just really wanted to see every blade of grass and tree in the house, see what changes there were. Every time I got home, I didn't stay at home, but went out to wander around, in the fields, forests, and rivers, and see where to catch fish. I didn't go home all day. At that time, there was a half-day off every Sunday afternoon in school, and my colleagues who lived in the dormitory usually went shopping It left a deep impression on me. After class ended at 12 o'clock, I quickly ran to the station and took the 12:15 bus. I got off at around 12:45 and entered my house around 1:05. As time passed, the ticket seller recognized me. I even saw her once during International Workers' Day in Tangshan this year and greeted her. She even referred to herself as my aunt.
Beck_MoultonPublished 8 days ago in ConfessionsA City Turned Apart
The sound of gunfire is deafening in the centre of my city, a place that was once alive with laughter and vitality. Every day, the ceaseless barrage of gunfire snuffs out lives and crushes hopes, leaving the streets a bleak symphony of violence.
Nono FabricePublished 9 days ago in ConfessionsEmbracing Life As It Is
Since I was young, I've always been envious of others' ability to be openly themselves. When I observed how wonderful they were at communicating with others, my insecurity would always press on me, hoping that soon I would be able to do the same.
James E. AnduyanPublished 9 days ago in ConfessionsIn my teenage years
In the heart of a bustling city, amidst the chaos of daily life, lived a teenage girl named Lily. With her auburn hair and piercing blue eyes, she navigated the corridors of high school, trying to find her place in the world. But behind her confident facade lay a tumultuous sea of emotions, a battleground of struggles that threatened to engulf her.
Deborah AlbertPublished 11 days ago in ConfessionsHow do you restart?
I used to play this old video game when I was younger. One of my classmates back in high school had recommended it to me, and I easily became fascinated with the concept of playing a game where you go on an adventure with your pet companion as you battle your way to victory. It’s easy to say that I got addicted so fast that I would even stay up till midnight playing, trying to be careful not to be seen and get scolded by my parents.
Gail Kathleen PilapilPublished 12 days ago in Confessions