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(gap: 2s) Childhood in the early 1970s in South west London was a tapestry of laughter, scraped knees, and...

(gap: 1s) One of my more memorable spankings came in seventh grade, a year when the Atlanta air seemed...

Childhood, for my brother Tony and me, was a tapestry woven with the sights, sounds, and scents of 1950s...

I attended a school in north London during the early 1970s, a time when the city’s air was thick...

There are moments from childhood that etch themselves into your memory, vivid as a summer thunderstorm. One of the...

I grew up in the late 70s and early 80s, in a council estate where the air always seemed...

Childhood in our Scottish council estate was a tapestry of laughter, scraped knees, and the ever-present hum of neighbours’...

I was living on Long Island, in a small, close-knit town where everyone seemed to know everyone else’s business....

The early 1970s in Scotland had a certain chill to it, not just in the air but in the...

It had been around six months since I last wet the bed, so I was no longer in diapers...

The memory begins on a sun-drenched Fourth of July, the kind of day that seems to stretch on forever...

The early 1960s in our Scottish council estate were a world of grey skies, echoing stairwells, and the constant...

My next door neighbour Linda was a single woman with two teenage daughters, and she always seemed to carry...

Growing up on a council estate in Scotland in the early 1970s was like living in a world built...

The part of spanking stories that appeals to me the most is the embarrassment. I’m not sure why, but...

I remember the day I was invited to Debbie’s birthday party as if it were yesterday. Debbie was the...

One day, when I was playing at my friend Amanda’s house, we heard agitated yelling from her next-door neighbour’s...

(gap: 2s) Growing up in the wide, wind-swept plains of Wyoming in the 1960s, my big brother and I...

The year was the late 1940s, a time when the world was still piecing itself back together after the...