Before I recount that remarkable Sunday, allow me to introduce the principal characters in my tale, as though you...
(gap: 2s) It was a bright and cheerful Sunday morning in our little village, and the church bells rang...
(gap: 2s) Each summer holiday, when the sun shone brightly over the green meadows, I would travel to stay...
I grew up in the gentle countryside of southeast Texas, where the days were long and golden, and the...
I’d love to.” Melanie replied. “But do you have any nappies?” she asked. “I don’t but Peter does.” Audrey...
gap: 2s) I have a younger brother—just thirteen months my junior, which, in the grand tradition of British understatement,...
(gap: 2s) There is, I think, a certain thrill in the prospect of being disciplined by someone who is...
(gap: 2s) My childhood was spent in the lively heart of 1950s England, where the air was always filled...
(gap: 2s) There exists a term, perhaps unfamiliar to some, known as ‘Third Culture Offspring.’ This phrase refers to...
(gap: 2s) In the summer of 1977, I received the most splendid news: our family—Mother, Father, and I—would be...
During the 1980s, the practice of disciplining children through corporal punishment was becoming less common, yet this was the...
In the gentle countryside of Missouri, when I was a child, the world seemed both grand and familiar. Our...
(gap: 2s) On a certain Sunday of my childhood, the house was suffused with the gentle hush peculiar to...
The evening’s entertainments reached their height with a most remarkable incident—one that, even now, I remember with a blend...
Candy liked hanging around Diggy’s Records, mostly because the DJs that shopped there were so cute. She also got...
It is a truth universally acknowledged, at least by those of us who have survived the rigours of English...
(gap: 2s) Before I share the tale , let me introduce the principal characters who made those childhood days...
We’d moved here a few months ago and I quickly made new friends, both at school and in the...
Melissa came home from work that evening, tired right down to her bones and every muscle aching. The workweek...
I remember in my formatives years a time where my mommy and daddy treated me out to a drive...
(gap: 2s) I entered the world in 1970, yet in temperament, I was very much a child of the...
(gap: 2s) There are certain tales from one’s youth that linger in the mind like the scent of toffee...
(gap: 2s) Allow me to introduce the principal characters in this curious little episode, as one might encounter in...
(gap: 2s) There are certain days from one’s childhood that remain forever bright in the memory, no matter how...
(gap: 2s) I was born in the year 1956, in the pleasant county of Staffordshire. I was the third...
(gap: 2s) Before I commence, allow me to introduce the principal characters in this account—each one as distinct in...
I spent my childhood attending school from the late 1950s and leaving in the early 1970s. Corporal punishment, such...
My contribution revolves around two very special days . My story also revolves around two, fun -loving, modern mothers...
My sister’s been walking on clouds all year. She’s going to Glastonbury with a bunch of friends and I’m...
Although working on a market stall each and every Saturday was a bit of a chore, the extra money...
Sunday mornings in my youth invariably commenced with the same dignified routine: the resonant peal of the church bells...
My particular fascination with corporal punishment was, I must confess, shaped by experiences from every corner of my childhood....
I was born into a world of contrasts—a world where my mother, Dorothy, with her gentle hands and kind...
Before we step into the heart of our sunday adventure, let me introduce the dear family and friends who...
(gap: 2s) Many years have now passed since I found myself, in the tranquil embrace of a small town,...
(gap: 2s) Sunday mornings in my childhood were a peculiar mixture of solemnity and farce. The church, with its...
(gap: 2s) In the summer of 1954, our small universe was comprised of two houses on Maple Lane. My...
Allow me to transport you to a serene Sunday morning in the 1960s, and to share with you a...
(gap: 2s) Before I share with you the delightful adventures of our Sunday mornings, let me introduce the dear...
The first time I recall receiving a proper chastisement was in the year 1974. I was a lively child,...
The stairs let out moans as Sam crept down them, his pajama bottom visible even in the black night...
One Monday morning, Marie Nardotti was on her way to the hospital where she worked as a nurse. Taking...
In the Johnson household, the slipper was as much a part of the scenery as the lava lamp glowing...
Hello! Yes, I’m talking to you, yes you! The one who is reading this story and yes… of course...
I thought about the question for a moment before replying. “I really don’t know.” I said. My brother looked...
