Category: Childhood Story

The Officer.

We made our way up the three flights of stairs to the filthy apartment we called home on River Street. It was 1992 and I was eleven years old. My three siblings were younger, but not by a lot. We were all children, I just happened to be the oldest. We piled into the kitchen, ...

The Kittens.

I was ten years old, and we were living in a run-down apartment building on River Street in Lewiston, Maine. The place was crawling with roaches. It stunk of piss and old beer and cigarettes, but for the first time in my life – I had my own apartment. Technically, it belonged to my mom ...

My Friend Erik

When I first moved to Exeter, New Hampshire – it was a strange experience. My mother was friends with a lady neighbor, and this neighbor had a brother. He and my mom got together, eventually, and he whisked us all away to his home in a higher-end trailer park from our roach-infested apartment in Lewiston, ...

The Babysitter

Back when I was younger, my siblings and I had a difficult time with our home lives. Our mother was often away with friends partying, or off somewhere else – so often that we always had a babysitter of some sort around. Some of the babysitters weren’t bad, or were our own relatives (like one ...

On Seeing My First Dead Man

I was eleven years old when I saw my first dead man. I came through the front door of the house, clutching my bloody head, wondering if I should tell my mother about how I was knocked out just a few minutes before by one of her drunk friends. I staggered into our living room ...

My First Nightmare

The very first time I remember dreaming was when I was four years old. This is also the same age in which I came into consciousness and became aware of myself and my surroundings, and the age I created my first memory. Now – when I said “dreaming” just now, I actually mean “nightmare” – ...

Nana

Her name was Bertha Mae Coombs, but we called her Nana.┬áSometimes we used to call her “Westbrook Nana” because we had another great grandmother we referred to as “Norway Nana”, but most of the time we simply called her “Nana”. Nana lived, for as long as I could remember, in Westbrook, Maine – right next ...