Ours was the third house to be built in the ‘new’ neighborhood. A subdivision of homes was being built in the woods. THE WOODS. We moved into the house in the fall, and I played in the woods around the house beginning then and through the winter. When I turned seven in April my mother sent me outside to play.
“No really, you have to go outside… and play… Go…”
So I went. Outside. Into THE WOODS.
via In a Man’s Voice: Outside by Brent Aikman | Esse Diem.
Writer Rob Boone of West Virginia with his daughter, Jessica.
The Essays on Childhood project is pleased to introduce you to the writers for 2012.
They are, in a word, strong.
They are all skilled writers, but they are also individuals who exude a quality best described as simply iron. I know many of these people in some way: Some are social media friends, some are “real life” friends in my community, and some are even people with whom I shared a part of my own childhood experience. Their strengths come from intellect, and physical power, and emotional fortitude. They are special.
As a third year editor in this project, I’ve come to appreciate the different types of essays people write about their childhood experience. Every type is valid and good, but one can tear at your heart while another sends you into gales of laughter. Others may leave you reflecting on the mysteries of life, or convinced it’s time to reconsider your own story.
The word essay means a trial, or an attempt. Essay writing is personal writing, and it requires courage.
This year I’ve seen a few drafts, and I have a good feeling about this group. These writers have plans to open their worlds to us.
I’m ready. I hope you are!
via Essays on Childhood: The 2012 Writers | Esse Diem.