To celebrate Domenica (Sunday), here is a little story from my childhood that might make you smile.
I was born in Hazleton, Pennsylvania and lived there until I was six years old. 387 more words
Rough hands pulled and pushed Josefa’s seemingly lifeless body onto the deck of the schooner her canoe had run into. She would have cried out in pain had she been conscious, for all this was done without care and she landed heavily amongst rolls of cord and kegs piled on the deck. 1,275 more words
I’ve just been watching some of the swimming finals in the Commonwealth games being held in Glasgow at the moment. When I was young I was quite sporty, very active, very fit, and my main sport was swimming; I could sort of swim when I was about eighteen months old, and have always loved the water and felt it is my element. 313 more words