Mark S.
My stepson and I drove up the driveway at the end of another driving lesson, and as he bolted into the house to return to his video game I shakily vomited into the grass.
My stepson and I drove up the driveway at the end of another driving lesson, and as he bolted into the house to return to his video game I shakily vomited into the grass.
Our gym teacher stared aghast at the large group of teenagers played a wildly enthusiastic game of invisible catch.
In tears, I wondered if this gynecologist ever had a patient whose first visit began in uncontrolled weeping.
Two days later, I went back to the high school I'd sworn to leave forever.
I gave the high school freshman my phone number so he could brag to his friends and because it reaffirmed that I want to be a journalist when I grow up
The day my 8-year-old sister said that she wanted to be just like me when she grew up was the day I decided to stop smoking weed and not lose my virginity at age 16 to a lousy boyfriend.
My mother didn't realize that teaching me to fight, shoot, and play pool made it hard to find a boyfriend without tattoos.
It took me getting pregnant at 18 for my family to finally realize I'm not a child anymore.
I will never live in a world as bright and beautiful and alive as I did when I was six.
I realised at that moment as I wiped tears of laughter from my eyes after spying the ridiculus outfit the goth kid was wearing, that in my old age I'd become the person I used to hate.
I don't know if school's for me, but I know working isn't.
I wonder every day what it would be like to have achieved my childhood dreams, knowing it's impossible to grow up to be a kitten.