3 posts tagged “childhood”
Laugh as much as you'd like but I want to learn to hoop again! A local belly dancing studio is having a hooping workshop next week and it gave me the idea. I'm tight on money so I can't afford the class but I may just have to take it up on my own time, maybe even make a hoop myself with a trip to the hardware store. How much fun would it be to spin in my yard like a kid again, put on my headphones and hoop until I'm out of breath and giddy. And after watching videos like this, the grown up part of me thinks it will be a great ab workout too. It makes me smile just thinking about it.
My heart pounded as I watched a lone two year old boy, diaper sagging and scraggly dog in tow, make his way down the driveway and into the street. Jon and I stopped the car right away and turned around to check on the child. I got out, walked over to him, he looked up and met my eyes with a smile. He had a band aid on his left cheek and he reached towards me and said "hi". With a sigh, I took his hand and looked up and down the street for any sign of family. I walked him over to the sidewalk, away from the traffic and then I heard her. I had expected a young mother in hysterics to come running out of the house in tears and panic, instead I got a 300 pound woman in a mumu bitching indifferently as she hobbled her way down towards us. She seemed more upset by the fact that she had to leave the house to come and get the child. She thanked me under her breath while she complained about having to add a lock to the gate but not once did she seem to love or care for the child or his well being.
It's been a few hours and I still see his face when I close my eyes. I was there by chance to be the helping hand he needed but I can't be there for him again and it breaks my heart.
How old were you when you had your very first boyfriend/girlfriend? Do you still know them now?
Submitted by KIM.
I was 12 when I had my first formal boyfriend. Our relationship only lasted 3 days, the weekend was over and on Monday morning on my way to middle school, I sat next to another boy on the bus, he was holding my new dragon necklace in his hand and was sitting a little too close to me. My boyfriend noticed and was upset; he punched the new boy in the stomach and called me a slut (his exact words). A millisecond later I was on my feet and he was on the floor, I had decked him. That’s right, I beat up my first boyfriend... punched him right in the face, black eye and everything, the picture of romance.
The last time I had spoken to him was 6 years ago; we lived a few houses away from each other and grew up together from age 8 to 18. We were friends and ran with the same crowd; until I went away to college and he stayed behind... I hear rumors of him from other friends and last I had heard he was an addict with more than a few illegitimate children. I think someone should punch him again and maybe knock some sense into him.
