All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
Peyton-Prolouge
July 24, 2010
There used to be a time when my parents smiled at eachother and would swing me between their arms. Picnics at the park were a regular occurance, and my family was happy. In those days, I was sheltered and loved; I thought that the world was a perfect place filled with nice people and happily ever afters. Sometimes I stop for a moment and wonder how my life could have ever changed so drastically. The people that used to be my family went away and never came back.
© Beth S., Marblehead, MA
Similar Articles
Previous Next
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.
