Stories related to childhood

He wasn’t supposed to take a five year old to the bar. “Damned cute!” Coins dropped to the floor for me to grab. I tattled when we got home.

As a child, my Daddy told me the brightly lit hillside was an ancient Indian burial ground. When I grew up, I found out it was a ski slope.

“I found this box in your closet. Personal?” Amy asked. Mom smiled and said, “Your first tooth, your first scribble and a leaf you picked.”

She’s gone bad. Little liar. Got a spoiled milk mind. Smell the sour? You better throw her out before she makes them other kids sick.

“How come you wear the same clothes every day?” the pigtailed girl asked. Chuck turned crimson, and silently wished for school uniforms.

If one of them had been a frog the consequences might have been huge. But they were just teenagers who didn’t know how to kiss. Yet.