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A Young Artist

Freddie loved to draw. He made tiny worlds with just a crayon and some paper. The things he drew didn't always make sense, but that was...

This editorial focuses on the United Stated and is about how dangerous and generally stupid it is to own wild animals as pets. I agree...

Sometimes I feel like my mother and I live vicariously through one another. I go to school and socialize for a set amount of time each...

When my brothers and I were younger, our house was the clubhouse for all the local kids. This was because my mother was the only parent...

1. Coffee. Not only is it warm, tasty and caffeinated, but it brings back some great memories. Plus, you know, it's addictive. 2. Snow. I...

As a member of my insane family, I believe: Life requires you to mess up sometimes The freedom to make mistakes is one of the most...

The backyard was an entire galaxy. Every branch, every leaf, every patch of dirt was a world all its own, full of life. The larger...

There's a clearing in the middle of a dense forest full of old trees. It's late spring or early summer; it looks like summer but is...

Red: The colour of rubies and roses. And blood. Orange: Tasty fruit, sunset light. Yellow: Lemons and hair and happiness. Green: Freshly...

Today, I am an overeager little child. I like sunshine and daisies and pink lemonade. I am also a cranky old man. I want to be left alone...