Kids Stories
Kids say and do the wildest things. From parenting fails to brutally honest moments, these stories are funny, innocent, and unforgettable.
Kids
My grandmother has this peculiar habit of hiding an enormous rubber spider under her tea towels when we come to visit. It's this enormous, furry monstrosity with giant, beady eyes that sends a shiver down the spines of both my siblings and me.
Kids
The smell of stale glue and yesterday's paste still clings to my hands as I stare down at the crumpled up paper. It's my attempt at a masterpiece – a majestic castle rising from the waves, but it's more like a crumpled taco with legs.
Kids
Sometimes in secret, when mom is making breakfast, I grab a handful of fluffy pancake batter and shape it into a miniature frog sitting on its lily pad, trying not to giggle as I slide it onto the countertop.
Kids
My backpack always reeked of yesterday's peanut butter when I walked into my new second-grade classroom. I fumbled with my lunch money on the counter by the door, a soggy crutch under the fluorescent lights that made everyone look like a pale, waxy crayon.
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Kids
In a burst of unrequited enthusiasm, I spent the entire Saturday trying to train my stuffed rabbit, Fuzzy, to fetch. I fashioned a makeshift obstacle course using couch cushions, coffee tables, and strategically placed socks.
Kids
My grandma still has a stash of antique harmonicas in the attic. I stumbled upon them last summer, and out came this one yellow harmonica, its reed vibrating silently in my mouth while she told me about her high school crushes - his name was Edgar, Edgar Fothergill.
Kids
Sometimes I wake up feeling like a wild mustang – bucking off the soft, worn sheets like they're restraints trying to hold me back, while the morning sunlight pours over me in a gentle, sticky mess. My room's a chaos of stuffed animals and rainbow-colored tangles of yarn but I love it that way.
Kids
My siblings and I had convinced Mom that we needed a "Pet Rock Museum" in our backyard, which really just meant an old shoebox with a bunch of paint samples on the fence behind it. She said it was fine as long as we used actual, small rocks we found outside.
Kids
It seems ridiculous to be having a crisis over this, given that my sister's hand drew on the entire living room when we were kids, but right now, that's somehow more appealing than this sticky note in front of me.