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A Day At The Lake
The Petersen family lived in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. They had three girls and three boys. Their names were Sandra: 15, Cheryl: 12, Leslie: 10, Larry: 8, Curtis: 7, and Joseph: 5. The family decided to go swimming and surfing in Lake Michigan. There were many people swimming and surfing that day. It was a nice Autumn Day. The sun was shining, and the temperature was 75 degrees. They brought a big picnic lunch that included fresh fruit, chicken, potato salad, macaroni salad, and their favorite sodas to drink. The boys had recently learned how to surf, and Joseph had recently learned how to swim.
By Darla M Seely5 years ago in Families
Personal Grief
You don’t need to read this. It’s just me blowing off some steam. Still trying to come to terms with my father’s death. When my mum was suddenly taken ill, I was working / living in Australia. She passed away before I could even book a flight to get home.
By Keith Mole5 years ago in Families
Coffee, Dad?
I haven’t seen or talked to Dad for three years. Like with most father and son relationships, ours is complicated. It didn’t have to be, but life happens. As a child, I have expectations of what a parent should be when I have no expectations of how I should be as their child.
By Napoleon5 years ago in Families
A series of crazy events
Sometimes it seems that events lend themselves to a practical joke. The universe aligns in a way that you can’t help but make use of the coincidences that are presented.
By Tracy Phillips5 years ago in Families
Wish you were here....
I’ve gone back and forth in posting this all day, but as I sit in front of the home I grew up in when my dad dropped my brother and I off here in California years ago so he could go on another “business trip”, I am deciding to post this. Not because this is your everyday post of losing a parent and expressing grief to then have someone say “I am sorry for your loss”, but because for most of my life when people have asked me the question of “What are your parents like? Or where does your family live?” I have only been able to answer them with: “Oh they live in different countries and I haven’t seen them for 10+ years”. But what I really want to say is, “I don’t know my parents, I haven’t known my parents for who they truly are since they divorced when I was only 6 years old”. And for most of my life I have wished with everything I have that I could know them and fill the constant void I feel in my life (I did reconnect with my mother via social media after my son Jaxon was born 5 years ago). So here I go with trying to put into words my feelings because this is how I can give myself some kind of closure for the mystery of a person I have imagined my father to be:
By Angelina Sumner5 years ago in Families
Happy Halloween
Halloween is that time of the year to have fun with your family and your friends, and sometimes those friends are the furry kind. Our two pups were the lucky ones and they got to dress up with the kids. I'm not sure if they were as pleased as the kids, but they looked precious. I wasn't sure what to do with the little one since he was a bit too small for the costume he got, but instead, when Rolly climbed into the plastic pumpkin and peeked out of the top, we all decided that he had to be the little treat in the pumpkin.
By Paige Kostyniuk5 years ago in Families
Halloween is for Kids...the kid in all of us
I thought Halloween was only for children. It only made sense. Growing up, Halloween was my favorite holiday. Then I went to college and all the magic was gone.
By Teralyn Pilgrim5 years ago in Families
My Living Nightmare
My hands gripped my cotton candy colored pajama dress as I felt his hot foul breath on my left neck and ear. A few moments later his hand was raising up my thigh and I didn’t know why he was doing this, but I was paralyzed from the terror coursing through my veins. I turned my head towards my right and saw the dirty blonde head lying beside belonging to my baby sister. She was 6 and only a year separated us in age. I always laid on the edge to protect her from all the scary things in our bedroom and if I’m being honest that was usually our mother, but tonight my living nightmare held a different nightmare. I refused to look over at the gross boy beside me with his fingers touching me in places that made the tears and bile well up the back of my throat. This boy was a family friends’ son, he was many years older than me, hell he was older than by brother and he had at least 4 years on me. Him and his brother were told to sleep in our bedroom, and I knew that I would have to fend the edge of the bed from her. Me and my sister, Siana shared a pair of bunk beds. The top was a twin sized mattress that rarely had anyone sleeping up there, the bottom was almost the size of mom and dad’s bed and that’s where we lay most nights drawing on the strength of the other to help keep the bad dreams at bay.
By M.W. Heeb5 years ago in Families
British Racing Green
Liam often day dreamed about the car.... ‘I know it will cost a lot of money, certainly more than I have in my post office savings account’. Mr Wilkinson the postmaster had said
By Keith Mole5 years ago in Families
The Cat that Doesn't Hang With Me Wins the Award
An award is usually because the receiver has done something outstanding or is in some way deserving of recognition. In my home, cum office setup, the winner of this honour is our cat Blacksie aka, Blacks.
By K.Valley5 years ago in Families
The Day It All Changed
Growing up I really never fit in with many other kids. I felt like I was always different and was always picked on by others. It was a rough childhood for me without anyone who understood me. At times I thought about being lonely for my whole life. It was a scary thought that haunted me often.
By Tanya Roy5 years ago in Families
Coming of Age in the 1960s. Top Story - September 2021.
I was a late bloomer Baby boomer. Shy to the point of almost being afraid of my own shadow. The boys in my junior high school classes never flirted with me like they did most of the other girls. One of them, in fact, told me not to worry, I would "fill out" one day. It didn't make me feel any better.
By Linda Rivenbark5 years ago in Families