Tags childhood
Early Childhood Psychosocial DevelopmentA Story by ameliawatsonEarly Childhood Psychosocial Development |
Through the WindowA Poem by Melinda McQueenThrough the Window When I was a little girl I sat in the window And watched the kids play. They laughed and ran so. .. |
Childhood and BeyondA Story by SnailSo you're the type that likes to read the back of the book? Good for you; all you get is a trigger warning (ED, alcohol and drug abuse, self-harm, dis.. |
The TasteA Poem by bethanybeeI tasted something I shouldnt havewhen I was a little girlI don't remember the taste wellI sometimes wonder if i dreamed itbut i hope I couldn't dream.. |
SCHOOLDAYSA Poem by Piyush PadwaleChildhood....the most special period of a person's life and the place which makes it even more special is the school. |
Seeking in the LittleA Poem by AfrinI take a long deep breath on the times I feel nostalgic. How the days in the past used to give us the thrill! Light, little things and the moments o.. |
The Company of Old MemoriesA Poem by lyricvixentiny plastic water ridessunshine and joyful yellsbelly sliding and little watery splashescherished, colored memoryof a childhoodgone bymommy blowing b.. |
Everything Begins and Ends SomewhereA Story by April RDeath seemed to follow him everywhere. It was evident in the way the grass yellowed at the sight of him, the leaves shrank back when they caught wind .. |
The Unwanted FriendA Poem by Dominik D. RavensBeing unwanted isn't exactly a new thing for me. |
Childhood GhostsA Poem by Wild Willow BlueThe sweet trauma of the past |
True NorthA Poem by Zoe RichardsonThe reflections of innocence on a sunny day |
Grief Strikes!A Poem by CarolineThis piece is about my relationship with my father and a specific event that wasn't traumatic because of the event but because of the way it was handl.. |
More Than GoldA Poem by StormeLightThere once was a boyWho became a manHe watched with tearsAs he desired the girlThe one who was most beautifulMost beautiful, The most beautiful girl i.. |
We Are Best FriendsA Poem by IanThe BeginningWe are best friendsbecause we're in the same classand we do ballet togetherand we both like reading more than mathand our parents get alo.. |
15 Woodmere RoadA Story by Esmé SingerA short story, fiction based on real things, ghost story. |