Tag: writing
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Wildwood. Growing and sinking.
Jenny lived across the street with her sister and her parents. They were super nice people. Jenny was a few years older than me and for some reason she didn’t play outside with us. Even though she was a kid, she was also friends with my mother. One day we were at her house, and…
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Wildwood. Ice cold.
I had to get even with Fred. We were playing in the street, and I don’t remember why, but he chased me. I ran as fast as I could, but he caught up with me and pushed me hard! I lost my balance, slipped and hit my forehead on the step at our front door.…
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Wildwood
My birthday is in October. I don’t know what it’s like now, but when I was a child, October birthdays were taboo or something. It really messed up the school year. I remember it so well. One day, Sherwood Elementary, I was sitting in 3rd grade, and they came and got me and put me right…
Bill Webb, Jr. 