For Children
Hunter could not stop ringing his hands as he anxiously waited for his name to be called. “Maybe I’m not good enough to make the team,” he thought to himself. “Cody Johnson,” the coach called out, followed by “Parker Edwards.” There were only a few slots left. Hunter tried to wipe the moisture from his…
One day I decided to sneak away from my brothers and sisters, and explore the cellar of my grandparent’s old farmhouse. We had finished a soccer game, and I grew bored of sitting in the shade of the giant maple tree. I slipped into the house, and down a short, narrow hallway. The basement door…