In my youth we lived in San Diego, Or rather I should say, in Chula Vista. I was a youngster, watching the big show. The world was mine, flowering with delight. Nothing was lost to my eyes all aglow. Climbing up into the arms of a tree I watched the scary bull-dog down below. Those were they days when you wandered alone And always were left to learn, to just grow. Getting back home in time to have supper That was the impo...

Snow Monkey at a young age you move off to bed looking out the window as the sky turns pink even at your young age you know there is snow in the sky .. will you.. could you have that special day that snow day? under your quilts you hide with but a nose to be seen prayer on your lips snow we need more snow waking early you race to the window wow you squeal in glee for 20 inches of snow is to be seen no school no school you...

We were young and like most children our age we were also stupid and carefree, we had no care for the consequences of some of the things we did just like almost everyone passing through life at that age must not have cared too. It started at that age in our lives when we began to take real notice of things around us, one of the things we first saw was the smoking of cigarettes and marijuana (weed) and the drinking of alco...

We were young, we had merged as one,We are old, we are still not done.Hearts still youthful, faithful, lovingAlways active, always rovingThus we're striving, thus we're givingEver thoughtful, ever livingThis is just the start of our timeThis is not the last of the wine.Lives still fresh and learning new things,Lives still green, we spread our old wings,Flying over, soaring so highAs we let the bad times pass by,Never givi...

Zubaidah was only 14 the first time she was laid. There was no emotion, just placid motions of the old in out, and before she knew it, she was no longer a virgin. It was all business. She hung around with the hoodrats and drug peddlers of Tiong Bahru, talking in adult tones, way too vulgar for a girl her age. With nothing else to do, they sat around, shot marbles and complained about life. A man would come up to her, name...

We, in our youth, thought time was never ending.We couldn't seem to wait, wanting to be older. Looking ahead always appeared so far away.Glancing back we question, where did it all go? Age wrinkles faces, hair disappears, turning grey. Body shape changes, muscles weaken and sag. Youth diminishes, making us wish we had livedin the moment and enjoyed more of our youth.Now as time seems to have vanished our minds fillwith th...

How I lost my way - Part 1This is about myself. I've never written a story, let alone about myself. I grew up in Michigan in the 50's with my older brother and parents. Grew up with a strong German mother and a workaholic Irish father. You could say we were a religious family, God fearing Catholics. As I write this I can say I had a wonderful life growing up, in want of nothing and plenty of love. At the age of nine was m...

If anyone likes this I'll continue with it. “Bill, you have to help me out! “I do, huh? Why do I?' “Come on, haven't we been friends since grade school? Think of all the times I've helped you out.” “That wouldn't take long. What did you do now? I haven't any bail money, so forget that”. “No no, I'm not in trouble with the law. You know Kathy Pack, don't you? I've got a chance for a date with her.” “Yeah, I know Kathy, we...

It takes a while to wake up. Consciousness has to wade through swirling fudge before it arrives for duty, as do new thoughts and last night's recollections. My bloodless legs have been elevated, for some hours, at an acute angle against the opposite wall which is only four feet from the wall supporting my back. The folding fisherman's stool wobbles beneath me as I grab the bottoms of my trouser legs and drag their flaccid...

There was once this boy. Of our times. The time of dust and traffic jams. An ordinary boy. His name is not important. Let him be every boy. If this problematises the situation, we could call him “X” or maybe “Tom, Dick or Harry” perhaps? But then again…let us familiarise him. He is from a place called Kolkata. So let him be a “Rahul”.So this Rahul. A common name for a common boy. What could he do? He is a student. A “good...