Write about an adult event or gathering from the point of view of a child.

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“On the Roof Never Dancing Ever Again” by Zilla Babbitt

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Mommy didn’t let me out of the car for five minutes after we got there. Daddy said it was because I’d been screaming I WANT A WOMBAT FULL OF GRILLED CHEESE for lunch the whole way there. So I need to stay inside to learn to be quiet.But that wasn’t my fault, right? I DID want a wombat full of grilled cheese for lunch-- oh no, it’s that creepy man with the squirrel on his chin. He keeps smiling at me. I hate him.I spent my five minutes drawing Norse gods on the frosted windows and trying to avoid looking at the squirrel-man.Mommy says it’s Un...

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“10” by Jessica C

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Mama says I’m still too young to come to the party. Bethie isn’t too young, though. She’s 10, and she tells me that 10 is when you’re really grown up. You won’t understand ‘til you’re 10, Sadie, she always says. Bethie says that when you’re 10, you have to stop playing with toys, and you have to take baths every day and you have to brush your hair and eat kale salad and use perfume. Being 10 sounds awful.But Mama says that you have to be 10 to come to the party. It’s a rule, she says. It’s a rul...

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“Me and Dad” by Pauline Breatnach

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I wanted to dip my hand deep in the water. Dad shouted, 'No Tommy, no, it's too dangerous, we are at sea.'I always loved stories about the sea and so did Dad. After Mum died he used to read me bedtime stories about the sea. He even read me a few pages of 'Moby Dick', making me promise that one day I would finish it myself.One sunny afternoon when I came home from school in Rotham, having flung my satchel into the corner of the hall, I found Dad on his hands and knees packing a suitcase. Me and dad loved going on adventures, fishing...

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“Shorn” by Karen McDermott

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Dear diary,This morning Mummy took me to the hairdressers with her. I was to sit quietly with my book and behave, Mummy said. I didn’t think her hair needed cutting but she said it was starting to look like a bird’s nest. I asked if that might mean birds might come and lay eggs in it and then we could eat them for tea, which Daddy found very funny.I don’t get my hair cut when I go with Mummy. I go to the barber when Daddy goes. Mummy says it’s much cheaper to do it that way. The barber is nice to me but loud and smells of cigarettes and his ...

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“Different” by Lindsey Starrberri

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There were tons of fancy cars around. Not that I'm into cars, I'm only eight years old, but I know a sports car when I see one. And that car over there? No way. It was, like, lighting up and booming music with words Mom would literally murder a person who said them. Mom stepped out of the car in her hundred dollar dress, a poofy one made of lemon colored metallic material that showed a lot of skin. I don't even know how she walked in those heels that got stuck in every crevasse she stepped in. I don't even know how I'd be able to walk in tho...

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“Fluffy” by James Offenha

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After tomorrow, Fluffy is going to a place called Summerland so I won’t have to walk her anymore. I never heard of Summerland, but I went to school yesterday and asked my Geography teacher, Mr. Billson, if he ever heard of it and he chuckled to himself and said Summerland wasn’t a place on a map, but a peaceful place old people go to when they get really sick to relax and feel better. Maybe that means it’s in outer space or something, because how could Fluffy be going somewhere that don’t exist on a map. That doesn’t make sens...

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“Dreams and Reality” by Christine Hungerford

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“Okay, so we are going to discuss your misbehavior in school.” The language arts teacher sat down in a cushiony black office chair in front of a long rectangular wooden table that stood stone still in the middle of seven other cushiony chairs ready for the principal, other teachers and parents to plop down and talk about important matters. Ryan sat down opposite the...

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“Passing” by Anu Roy

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Everyone had grim faces as if they had left their smiles at home. Whatever they were up to, it was a day of serious looks and red eyes. A funeral, that’s what Mama called it. She said people don’t laugh or giggle in funerals.That morning, I was eating my cereal in the kitchen when Mama came in with a weary look. She stood quietly for a while, her fingers tracing over the old tea set we once brought from Grandma’s house. After minutes of her touching the china and me munching my cereal, she said, Grandma passed away this morning, At five...

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“Can We Go Home Now?” by CY Croft

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Tessa yawned. She had been accompanying her parents to quite a number of parties and frankly speaking, she was bored. There were no children to play with her and none of the food were suitable for her according to her mother. Then why would you bring me here? She asked once and promptly received a shush. She never asked again.It was the school holidays and this was when she had to attend even more events, her parents called them those, with them. This was when she wished that she was old enough to stay home or go out by herself. They had jus...

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“Funeral Tricks” by Jen V D

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He was there at the end of the corridor in the near-dark, looking at me. Our old boxer. He’d got to his feet in slow jerks and now he trembled, half-covered by a layer of grey light that came in from the street. The dog’s jaw hung down withhis tongue out loose, because the night was hot. It was the sort of heat that sticks your pyjama top to you like you’re melting. It brought the world in close and crowded because you felt the air sit snug against your sweat, and felt warmth in your mouth when you breathed. The boxer had put his front legs ...

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“Smoke, Strangers and Strobe Lights” by Micaela David

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Papa forgot to tuck me in bed tonight again. Usually Mama does it, but she told me that she will be working during my bedtime. I miss it when she would read Goodnight, Dear Child every night and gives me a kiss on the forehead. Papa just turns off the lights and slams the door shut. “Don’t go outside,” he says coldly. I nod and say “goodnight” in exchange, before the door closes. The loud pang is followed by a welcome of silence and solitude. Normally I shut my eyes and can’t wait to wake up from Mama’s warmth, but I hear laughter outside of...

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“Jurassic Car” by Kelle AJ

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He remembered trying to show mommy his new dinosaur toy. It was new. He’d just gotten it from one of Daddy’s lady friends. Another eager to make him happy because Daddy likes them more when they can make him happy. It was big and green and if he pressed the button on the back it roared. The first time he did it, it scared him. But in the good way. He tried to tell all of this to Mommy, but she was busy, on the phone with Daddy, while trying to get his younger brother to sit still in his car seat so she could make all the buttons click. His b...

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“House party” by Jill Siegler

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I'm nine years old. Usually I escaped the madness of these gatherings by babysitting but tonight I unfortunately was free to "entertain" the guests.I don't like the parties. Adults are messy, noisy individuals who hover and complain. And they always invite ( I guess from work) the one person who I try to avoid but can't. This was one of those times. Mom and dad were getting dressed so I went into the living room and set up the "bar". A mishmash I gather of glasses, spoons, ice bucket full of ice, and a generally decent flower arrangement fo...

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“Home of the Brave” by Diane Martin

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Home of the Brave It is 1955. My mother, 25 years-old with long, swept back chestnut curls, deep dimples and pearly teeth, is wearing an apron over her tightly-waisted, flared skirt falling just below the knee, and cap-sleeved cotton blouse, all hand-made and carefully ironed. I am two and a half years-old and the...

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“The Wedding” by Beatriz Relvas

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“By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride. “ And just like the priest said, Uncle John leans over and kisses Aunt Ellie. Everyone cheers, stands up and claps. Suddenly I feel something hurt my left leg making me shout “Ouch!” which in turn causes my parents to give me an angry look, “What? She hurt me!” I explain, upset that I’m in trouble because of what my older sister did. “She just kicked my leg for no reason!” My mom crouches and faces me and my sister, switching her focus on each of us e...

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Write about an adult event or gathering from the point of view of a child.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 15 stories

“On the Roof Never Dancing Ever Again” by Zilla Babbitt

“10” by Jessica C

“Me and Dad” by Pauline Breatnach

“Shorn” by Karen McDermott

“Different” by Lindsey Starrberri

“Fluffy” by James Offenha

“Dreams and Reality” by Christine Hungerford

“Passing” by Anu Roy

“Can We Go Home Now?” by CY Croft

“Funeral Tricks” by Jen V D

“Smoke, Strangers and Strobe Lights” by Micaela David

“Jurassic Car” by Kelle AJ

“House party” by Jill Siegler

“Home of the Brave” by Diane Martin

“The Wedding” by Beatriz Relvas

🌟 Similar prompts

Write about how a person’s perspective on an event from their childhood shifted in their adulthood.

Write about someone who returns as an adult to a place they last visited as a child.

Write about a parent who sees pieces of a family member’s (or their own) personality in their child — whether that brings them comfort, terror, or something in between.

Write about the moment a child (of any age) first comes to view a parent as a three-dimensional human being, and not just a parental figure.

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