3 days, 15 hours ago
I was 11 years old before I ever spent the night away from home.
To call Mama overprotective was an understatement.
She didn’t want me spending the night with people she didn’t know or feel comfortable with. 957 more words
5 days, 18 hours ago
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Our grandma’s house is where we met,
there itself we turned from cousins to first bestfriends.
We cousins always used to meet during holidays,
We used to make our whole house dance in craze. 314 more words
1 week, 2 days ago
Davis Gwynn: Aspiring Failed Writer
I’m gonna put a brick on your head
You’re growing up so fast
I’m still the same.
Time has gone by
It’s been a helluva high (ride) 94 more words
1 week, 6 days ago
Granny’s response to a lot of things was, “I ain’t getting my hopes up.”
I thought this was kind of morose and sad – we’re supposed to be hopeful, aren’t we? 721 more words
2 weeks, 5 days ago
Window Dresser's Arms, Pig & Whistle
Story by Mark.
Merv wakes to the usual smell of bacon, gently frying in the pan, some freshly brewed coffee and hot toast but today is different. 602 more words
3 weeks, 2 days ago
Wednesday she woke up at almost 9. So that was a good lay in. We had breakfast then headed to my nans for presents swapping. I didn’t actually eat breakfast as I had a bellyache. 1,172 more words