(gap: 1s) My next door neighbour, Linda, was a single woman with two teenage daughters. She carried herself with...
(gap: 1s) My parents’ journey began amidst military life and distant countries—my father, a young American GI stationed in...
(gap: 1s) The living room at my Aunt Gloria’s always felt like a world of its own—sunlight filtering through...
(gap: 1s) The summers of my teenage years, back in the late 1960s, always seemed to stretch on forever—golden...
(gap: 2s) The year was 1962, and my friend’s house was the epitome of modern style—a true 1960s...
(gap: 2s) The summer sun in the Lake District seemed to linger forever, painting the sky in soft golds...
(gap: 1s) I was a fairly well-behaved youngster, the sort of child who preferred the company of books to...
(gap: 2s) This spanking was memorable for several reasons, and the memory is etched in my mind with a...
(gap: 1s) Growing up in Somerset in the 1970s, childhood felt like a patchwork of laughter, scraped knees, and...
(gap: 2s) The most unusual spanking I ever received happened on a sun-drenched afternoon in 1978, the kind of...