TeenageDriver
Hands-down, the best week to tell your father you accidentally drove his car off a large rock formation in your friend's front yard when you were in high school is the week before you get married.
Hands-down, the best week to tell your father you accidentally drove his car off a large rock formation in your friend's front yard when you were in high school is the week before you get married.
He asked me if he could walk me to my door and I said "Oh god, I'm so sorry, are we on a date?"
Our gym teacher stared aghast at the large group of teenagers played a wildly enthusiastic game of invisible catch.
Finally, I realized that what he wanted - even more than to walk - was to be kissed, so I climbed onto his wheelchair and I did it.
The metro security guard was too busy to look at the x-ray of my bag because he was cleaning his nails with a butcher knife.
All I remember was short men dressed as Oompa Loompas dancing around a candy table.
After hearing a colleague describe being shaken up after watching a homeless man die earlier that day, we sat in the break room telling morbid death jokes for half an hour.
Because some idiot doesn't know how to label an address, I got a knock on the door from the mailman, which saved my life.
Although cancer took my little brother ten years ago when he was a sophomore in college, his first (and only) boyfriend and I still refer to one another as "brothers-in-law."
His old, worn-out pair of Wellington boots haven't moved from their spot on the back porch in 10 years.
When she popped in the Al Green CD I assumed she was giving me the green light, but after I kissed her she broke the news that she had a boyfriend.
In the thirteen hours it took my boyfriend to reply to my texts, I heard that a man his age had been stabbed and left fighting for life in the area he was staying.
Most people I meet question my reasons for being vegan, but they never did.
When I was 14, in the backseat of our family car on the way out to Mother's Day lunch, my grandmother turned to me and smiled and said, "Well, you've FINALLY gotten pretty."
When I learned that the off duty EMT who pulled me out of the wreckage shared your name, I knew it was fate screwing with me, but appreciated you being there all the same.
As children, most people think they have the boogeyman living under their bed, but I always thought my teachers were hiding in my closet.
When my son was 5, he cried so hard when I told him he would one day die, but he cried much harder when I told him he'd be in school until he was 18.
My sister found her hanging by her collar under my bed and I thought my life was over, until a week later her younger sisters came into my life and I realized I still had the capacity to love.
When my brother was eight years old, he walked into his speech therapist's office and told her, "I don't need your help anymore, I can speak just fine" in clear English.
I wonder now if not losing my cool with a drunk & corrupt cop would have changed the outcome.
I was teaching imagery using a Bruce Springsteen song and one of my sixth graders told me that their grandmother had the same CD.
When one of our sixth graders asked the Chinese tour guide if he could read and write in Japanese I was glad he was not one of my students.