Childhood
The lifeguard who saved me. . Top Story - February 2022.
When I was a young girl at the age of 11, I was swimming at the beach with my mum, dad, older brother and younger sister. It was our Friday Ritual, it’s just what we did. Every Friday after school we would all pack into our white Toyota Corolla and head down to the beach. We would take snacks and sit on the beach with each other, eating, laughing and just enjoying being together.
By Summer Rayne4 years ago in Confessions
New Appreciations
I sat at the bow of the boat, claustrophobic in my tight wetsuit and afraid that I might accidentally discharge my speargun into one of my flippers. The dark blue abyss mocked the timid high school kid that stared blankly back at it. I could not fathom diving forty feet down in the ocean, finding a sea bass, spearing it, and coming back up all the while holding my breath. Thoughts raced through my mind, each one progressively worse than the other. "Can I even reach the bottom? What if I can't hold my breath long enough? What if I get stuck on the bottom?" After what seemed to be an hour of making weak attempts to psych myself up enough to get in, I felt two hands on my back then a surge of chilly water engulfed my body. I looked back up at the boat seeing my brother grinning from ear to ear.
By Max Davidson4 years ago in Confessions
A letter to one of my least favorite teachers
I despise her still to this day but she made me who I am today. Dear Mrs. V, This is a letter i will never give you. You were one of the teachers at my middle school and elementary school. You help kids who had ADHD. You diagnosed them and then help them. I had heard from friends who were in grades before. They were wrong. So very wrong.
By Burnt Baguettes4 years ago in Confessions
Colorado Nights
I was six years old when I rode my first airplane. I brought my Adam and Eve coloring book and my American girl doll— my two favorite toys at the moment. I was set for the long haul. Although I went in with zero fear, the turbulence and ear popping had me in a loop. I remember crying regularly throughout the flight, and looking back, I feel bad for the other passengers who were forced to endure it.
By victoria gerbholz4 years ago in Confessions
Letters Never Sent- Vol 1
April 3, 1982 Dear Chloe, You are wonderful. My whole life I have been in a series of bad relationships, well that’s not exactly true, it's really not so much a series, as a loose collection, or an anthology would be a better description. I think you need some sort of continuity to describe it as a series, and I can’t find a narrative thread between them.
By Bill Arrowood4 years ago in Confessions
An Open Letter To My Mentor
This is a letter to my mentor, the person who has changed my life, that has made me the person I am today. He has stood by my side through the long nights that I opened up to him, telling him what had happened in my life. He was the shoulder I could cry on also to be supported by the love and support that he had given me those nights. This is the story of how my life had gotten changed after a horrifying childhood that I would want no other child to go through.
By Deslyn Goodman4 years ago in Confessions
The Whole Truth: Winter Sledding Incident
As I grow older, I am starting to realize that my mind doesn't always work quite the way I think it should. In fact, it often plays tricks on me. This is the first of a intended short series of articles to highlight some of the wisdom I am gaining when it comes to understanding myself.
By Scott Stewart4 years ago in Confessions
