Childhood
Board, Meet Head
To say I was energetic and rambunctious as a child is a bit like saying the universe is big. While it captures the essence of the thing, it fails to convey the sheer scope and magnitude of it. Mostly, I think I was that way because of a genetic predisposition to that sort of personality type and its corresponding behaviors. However, I have little doubt that environmental factors played a major role in exacerbating my hyperactive streak. Specifically, in this case I am referring to diet. More specifically I am referring to the very high sugar content of my diet at that time. A typical day featured Lucky Charms for breakfast, up to an entire 2L of Mountain Dew or any other soda we might have on hand, and whatever assorted cookies, candies, or cakes I could lay my grubby little hands on. I had very loving parents, and I think overall they did a very good job raising two troubled and troubling children, but for one major exception which was what they allowed, and in some cases encouraged, me to eat. Granted, back in the early 1980s when I grew up less was known about the dangers of sugar, but even then it was a well established fact that sugar made kids hyper, and I was hyper enough for three kids in my sleep, let alone when wide awake after powering down an entire carton of oreo cookies or four snickers bars or both. In my parents defense, at that time we had much bigger concerns such as the dangers of communism, and the possibility that the Soviets might lob a few thousand nukes our way sparking a genocidal global thermonuclear war that would end in the death of the entire planet, so I cut them some slack on the sugar thing. Despite my truly awful diet I remained skinny as a rail throughout my childhood and to this day, again a fortunate happenstance of genetics and not through any great efforts on my part.
By Everyday Junglist5 years ago in Confessions
To The Monster
To the monster that shared my bed. Do you remember the fear on my face, and the words you mumbled? Because I do. I remember the stinch of your breath as it hit the nap of my neck. Raising all the hairs, like an electrical current surging through my body.
By Haley Walls5 years ago in Confessions
To The Monster
To the monster that shared my bed. Do you remember the fear on my face, and the words you mumbled? Because I do. I remember the stinch of your breath as it hit the nap of my neck. Raising all the hairs, like an electrical current surging through my body.
By Haley Walls5 years ago in Confessions
The Nerf Turbo Football ! one of the greatest toys from the 90s
Let’s take a trip down memory lane to the 90s a time when we used to go outside to play more. Long before the net and video games took over our lives. One of my favorite things to do back then was play with the Nerf Turbo Football. I remember the commercial for this great toy like it was yesterday. Today I am going to tell you why I love the Nerf Turbo Football and why it’s one of the best toys of all time.
By The Sinister Pen5 years ago in Confessions
A True Story About Zombies
Growing up in the country you didn’t have a lot of options to entertain yourself. It was being a farm boy, meth, or sometimes worse. Rotting your brain on the dumb sides of the interenet. My friends definitely did what we could to rot our brains with various theories and pseudo science possibilities of the future so much that we came up with plans of what to do if zombies were real. What our plans were. Skills we would need. It was always in the back of our minds and we would talk about it at least once a week during lunch.
By Unabated Lemon5 years ago in Confessions
Respecting Your Neighbors...
The Dixie Chicks perform a song on YouTube called, "White Trash Wedding" [YouTube]. It's off their sixth studio album - "Home" [Google]. As the videoclip opens, you hear three women sing in JOY, UNISON, and for me, TRUTH... "You can't afford... no... ring..."
By Unlisted&Twisted!5 years ago in Confessions
My nine year old self and all my enemies
*This is a true story, but the names of people inside of it have been changed. How i wish I didn't have to do that and expose them!(:*I was seven when I had my first real enemy. I’d always been mama’s easy child, the one who got good grades and loved to bake and was so sweet. But then I started interacting with people outside of my family. Before The Friends Problem came up, my family lived in eastern Mongolia, where we worked with an orphanage there. Being really little, of course I hadn’t learned the language, and living in a tiny, off the map town, there weren’t any other kids who spoke English to play with. But I didn’t mind. I had four siblings and an awesome “Atta” (Mongolian grandfather), who was more than will to play dolls with me and my sisters or give us a show by slaughtering sheep in the front yard. We loved that. We’d take our plastic camping chairs and sit in the minus twenty degree weather watch the little animals guts spill out. Hey, we were kids, what do you expect? Besides that, I had my bestie, my older-by-two-years brother, and we told each other everything and spent the days riding baby goats and eating them for dinner. My life was a happy one, and then we moved again.
By And I am Nightmare5 years ago in Confessions
Laughing to tears decades later
When I was 14 and my cousin Denise was 16 we had a close encounter that we continue to laugh about today. The two of us often had mishaps together such as the Friday the 13th we missed the school bus and had to walk over a mile home from the elementary school. When this particular incident first happened we were initially terrified but over time it has become a fond childhood or rather teenage memory.
By Cheryl E Preston5 years ago in Confessions
Secrets Between Siblings - The Broken Ashtray
Sibling Conspiracy I have three brothers. One brother is fifteen months younger than me, the other two are identical twins born three years after me. I'm hazarding a guess that same as with any other siblings, we have secrets that only the four of us know. But I'm going to step from behind the veil and share with you one of our secrets that we've kept from everyone else but us. It's been close to fifty years since it occurred so we no longer have any punishment to fear. In fact, I think when I share this story with my brothers, we'll all have a hearty laugh. However, for our Mother, who is turning eighty-two next month, it will be coming clean after all these years, letting her know she wasn't the guilty party in this caper like she thought she was.
By Pam Reeder5 years ago in Confessions
Finally,Letting go!
Finally letting go. Before I catch your undivided attention with the words i’m fixing to speak just look at the picture and tell me , what do you see? Nothing special. Right!?. Well…That’s how i’ve felt since I was 8 years old , im now 20. We’re looking at a long,dead,depressing room right now. Another thing I see in this picture is that you can’t see if anything is waiting ahead to jump out and hurt you in any kind of way. That’s exactly how my life has been. Full of surprises , and not the good ones. I know you’d think I’ve had at least a few good days these past 12 years , but NO!. I had my own personal remedy to escape all the pain I do feel, but it stopped working after a while. Music isn’t helping anymore. Sleep isn’t helping anymore because I can never sleep. Enough with the simple things.
By 💕5 years ago in Confessions
