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I never quite understood the expression “a walk in the park” until taking an actual walk in the park with my little brother. For me, that expression never made sense—walking in a park was neither easy nor pleasant. When I was little, the nearest park was so far away that by the time we finally reached it, I didn't want to walk anymore. But since then, we've moved, and things have changed. My brother helped me realize this. As we walked towards the playground in the park, he was enthusiastic, voicing his opinions. I listened to him in a way I hadn't before, realizing that participation and advocacy are crucial for achieving a peaceful future. When he talked about how important it was for him to be class president next week, he said he was chosen because he promised his peers he would do his best to include everyone in the recess games. These walks are crucial, just as youth participation is for politics. It all started when I saw him climbing to the top of the slide, hoping he would grow up in a world where his perspective is appreciated and valued by adult leaders. As he slid down, I envisioned a great mechanism for youth ideas to reach politicians: establishing a government department dedicated to focusing on the opinions of all the country's inhabitants, not just those who can vote. When he reached the ground, my brother ran to slide down again, despite having already experienced it. It was then that I saw the determination young people have to be heard and not give up in the face of long waits. Later, after he had slid in every safe and imaginable way, he decided to play on the swings. Without hesitation, he asked for my help to get on. I would have tried to avoid adult help and done it myself, but his request excited me and made me understand that intergenerational collaboration will become a daily occurrence. It won't be isolated events where we see young leaders working together with authorities. It even made me reimagine education and its impact. The future my younger brother invited me to imagine was a world where education nurtures students to be leaders and collaborators, where phones are not machines that deliver bad news but connectors through which we can share our ideas for improving the world. A world where every country aims to end apathy and increase advocacy. While my brother fearlessly swung high, I imagined young people not being intimidated but motivated and guided by authority. After the swing, he hopped on the seesaw, and I joined him. There, I imagined a world where young people and adults work as equals, envisioning him as a president alongside me as a minister. When he got down, he took my hand to play tag. As he ran, he said he was a plane, and that imagination and creativity inspired me to not be afraid to have high dreams and be determined to believe in myself. I played with an immense sense of satisfaction. I knew that spaces would be opened for him, and his smile would not be erased by despair or apathy.

Sure, they may say "But mom! We should all follow our dreams, and I'm super passionate about it", but don't let them. They may say they're passionate about it, but if they were they would at least finish one story instead of collecting endless piles of blank pages with nothing but a single line of a vague idea on each one. These vague ideas will rot with time like the old tales with barbaric morals, and they're going to do nothing but distract your child from focusing on the pointless schoolwork that infinitely bores them, causing them to daydream all day and remain stuck in their own head. This career will cause them endless pain, as one little piece of common sense may derail hours upon hours and lines upon lines of their hard work. They're going to eternally hate themselves as they contemplate all of the life choices they made just because of one little fable, ever-scared because they can't do their could-be masterpiece justice in the writing process. They're going to cry their heart out in the middle of the night as the harsh cruelties of the world reject the moral ideologies they put forth just because they're children stuck all day behind the damning computer screen, teaching them again and again and again what rejection feels like, and that the tears only come back stronger each and every time. And the computer screen. Oh. It's going to rot their eyes till they wear literal telescopes on a daily basis just because they wanted to get that one slang phrase from an indigenous language just right, so they sacrificed their sleep and pushed aside their schoolwork leaving them to flunk just so they could get exactly that. They ought to learn that life's unfair and that they can't just magically run away to someplace far away from the looming work deadlines. In school, they're going to be failing all their classes because of that unchallenged dedication, except maybe English class because they're the only ones who know what and regularly use the all—mighty—em—dash. Then they're going to start arguing with their teachers about where commas go, and they're going to disrespect their elders. They're going to run, rejecting old traditions just because they think having the research and knowledge that goes against old superstitions could do anyone any good. They're going to stand up for the disgusting outcasts of society and villainized people in the media, and they're suddenly going to care about women's rights, animal rights, rights of tiny ethnic and religious groups and even basic human rights, all from that writing the perspectives and points-of-views of different characters had them consider the vastly different experiences of the other side. Writing made them develop a more complex sense of empathy, and perhaps even a heart. A heart? Everyone knows that thing's good for nothing in the modern world on the verge of war. The school playground should've taught them that ages ago. They're going to experience colourfully beautiful experiences first-hand and really understand what pure joy, anger, malcontent, sadness, fear, and grief really is. Everyone knows that the other feelings are bad, should not be acknowledged, and pushed deep down for them to cause more psychological problems in the long run. Psychological problems aren't real anyways, they just worsen most physical health problems. Children who write dare to think anything but a fake, wide smile is worth seeing; they think they should appreciate the things that make life so unpredictable and worth living. They're going to make unnecessary noise when they scream and jump for joy upon seeing that the publisher of their favourite book is going to have their logo in the corner of the cover of their little fairytale. They're going to write with all their heart pouring into their work and seriously lay their emotions bare for the whole world to see. They're going to annoy people they actually care about with another hundreds-of-pages-long remix of the same 26 letters. They cried with joy while holding a wood-pulp manifestation of their manipulation of 21 consonants and 5 vowels. Absolutely pathetic. How dare they feel anything for imaginary people who understand and help them process their emotions better than any real person could? They must be going clinically insane. On top of that, they giggle maniacally whilst the person they're writing about gives the reader a hard time? Only insane people can process the emotions of so many diverse and different people within one lifetime. What's more, they rally people and hypnotise them into getting obsessed with these fake people. They help even more people manage the stress of the real world and properly address their emotions and experiences? It makes them feel that all the hard work they put into their beloved stories was worth it and has been exonerated? Sounds fake. Stress is fake. They're probably actually starting a cult with their tall tales and fancy words. It's a dangerous pursuit.

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James was not fitting in with everyone else. During lunch, he sat alone, playing with his own toys. During group activities, the other campers always complained when paired with him. What was wrong? As camp counselor, I quietly observed his behavior—nothing out of the ordinary. I just couldn't fathom why the other campers treated him like a pariah. After three days of ostracism, James broke down during a game of soccer. Tears streaming down his cheeks, he slumped off the field, head in his hands. I jogged toward him; my forehead creased with concern. Some campers loudly remarked, “Why is that creep crying?” Furious indignation leaped into my heart. They were the ones who “accidentally” bumped into him and called him “James the Freak.” It was their cruelty that caused his meltdown, and now they were mocking him for it. I sharply told them to keep their thoughts to themselves. I squatted beside James and asked him what was wrong. Grunting, he turned his back to me. I had to stop his tears, had to make him feel comfortable. So, for the next hour, I talked about everything a seven-year-old boy might find interesting, from sports to Transformers. “I have a question,” I asked as James began to warm to me. I took a deep breath and dove right into the problem. “Why do the other campers exclude you?” Hesitantly, he took off his shoes and socks, and pointed at his left foot. One, two, three … four. He had four toes. We had gone swimming two days before: All the campers must have noticed. I remembered my childhood, when even the smallest abnormality—a bad haircut, a missing tooth—could cause others, including myself, to shrink away. I finally understood. But what could I do to help? I scoured my mind for the words to settle his demons. But nothing came to me. Impulsively, I hugged him—a gesture of intimacy we camp leaders were encouraged not to initiate, and an act I later discovered no friend had ever offered James before. Then, I put my hand on his shoulder and looked him straight in the eyes. I assured him that external features didn't matter, and that as long as he was friendly, people would eventually come around. I listed successful individuals who had not been hindered by their abnormalities. And finally, I told him he would always be my favorite camper, regardless of whether he had two, five, or a hundred toes. On the last day of camp, I was jubilant—James was starting to fit in. Although the teasing had not completely disappeared, James was speaking up and making friends. And when, as we were saying our good-byes, James gave me one last hug and proclaimed that I was his “his best friend in the whole wide world,” my heart swelled up. From my campers, I learned that working with children is simply awesome. And from James, I learned that a little love truly goes a long way.

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Internet is been widely used around the world and the majority of the users are children. It has made communication easy and fast to access. Internet has both negative and positive effects on children. “Blessing and curse are just like the two opposite sides of the same coin”, (Avik Sarkar). The positive side of the internet on kids is that they get the chance to widen their knowledge from lecturers online. “Using the internet for study increases the knowledge and that increases the confidence of the students,” (Pramela). On the other hand it has negative effects if not controlled by adult. Some of the effects on children is poor health. You can find a kid sitting in front of a computer for a longtime playing games. This may cause the kid to have poor sight and among the video games some have negative effects. It can lead to having aggressive thoughts, feeling and behaviors. In order to stop this we need to come with measures that would be good to the society. Like educating the kids on the advantages and disadvantages of internet in a good way so that they understand. Adults or Parents should give their kids a limited time to use the internet and control what they watch all the time. There are many ways to do it, this is just an example am giving out. By doing this we will help the kids not to go astray.

A story that provides information to young children (7 and older) about the Corona Virus (Covid-19). THE VIRONAUT Sami had fun talking about ‘adventures' in his class. “Adventures are exciting activities,” the teacher explained. That evening Sami's mom announced that schools would close because of corona virus, also called Covid-19. “What is corona virus?” Sami asked. “It's a harmful virus or germ that makes people sick as in colds and flu. Corona virus makes some people very sick,” mom explained. “Why close schools, Mom?” Sami asked. “When people come close to one another, corona virus spreads fast. When people stay at home, they are safe. The virus stops spreading,” Mom said. “How?” Sami asked. “When a person sneezes, coughs or spits, the droplets fall on another person, who can then get sick. The germs also fall and stay on surfaces like tables, books, pens or handrails. The corona virus lives for days on surfaces,” Mom explained. “So, there can be corona viruses on surfaces at grocery stores or drugstores too, right?” Sami asked. “Yes. That's why when we go out, we stay at a distance from people and try not to touch surfaces,” Mom replied. “What if the virus gets on our hands anyway? Sami asked. “That's why every time we come back, we wash our hands with soap and water for at least 20 seconds. If there is no soap and water, we use hand sanitizer,” said Mom. “One more thing,” Mom said. “Stop touching your face with your hands. If you do, the virus on your hands will enter your body through your nose, eyes, ears or mouth.” “Can we look at a person and tell if he or she has the corona virus?” Sami asked. “People who look well can still be carriers of the virus. They can infect another person in the same way as someone who is sick with the virus,” said Mom. “But what will we do at home with no school?” Sami asked. “We'll follow the school routine,” Mom said. “But once school work is done, you are free to do anything you want,” Mom said. “After I finish schoolwork, I'll be a vironaut and have adventures! I'll kill all the corona virus germs!” Sami announced. Mom made Sami a vironaut costume with a mask and gloves. As soon as Sami completed his schoolwork, he put on the costume. “Virrrooom!” he called out and was ready for viroaction. The doorbell rang. He ran down just as Mom opened the door. There was a package on the doorstep. “Wait,” Sami told Mom. “Virrrooom!” Sami called out, zoomed and got a pack of disinfectant wipes and a pair of latex gloves. “Mom, put on these gloves and wipe the package first,” said Sami Mom did. She opened the package and took out a rug. “For you,” she said. Sami unrolled the rug and saw numbers on it. “It's a hopscotch rug!” Sami exclaimed. Mom put the rug in the family room. “Virrroom! This is fun!” Sami played hopscotch. “Let's walk to the park,” Mom said. “Wait Mom,” said Sami. “Virrrooom!” Sami dashed to get disinfectant wipes. At the park, Sami cleaned the bench for his mom. He cleaned the swing seat and the chains before sitting on it. There were two other people in the park. They kept their distances from one another. “I'm happy we both got some exercise. Exercise keeps the body strong to fight the corona virus,” Mom reminded Sami. They walked home. “Virrrooom! Hand washing time!” Sami announced. “Lets do the virocount to make sure we wash for 20 seconds.” As they washed, Mom and Sami repeated, ‘vi-ro-naut 1, vi-ro-naut 2 until they reached vi-ro-naut 10'. It took them 20 seconds. They washed between fingers and under their nails. They washed up to their wrists. Sami was still in his vironaut costume when Dad came home. “Do I know you?” Dad asked. “I'm a vironaut, a killer of bad viruses! Virrrooom! Dad, come, I'll show you how to virowash your hands,” Sami said. At dinner, Sami looked at his plate and saw broccoli in it. He wanted to say no to broccoli but today Sami was a vironaut. He must eat healthy. “Virrrooom!” Sami finished the chicken, potatoes and broccoli. Mom asked, “Sami, what would you like for dessert?” “Virrrooom! Fresh fruit please,” said the vironaut. The day's adventures had made Sami sleepy. Mom and dad came to say goodnight. “Virrrooom!” said Sami and fell asleep.

"Mommy why can't we go to the store?" "Mommy why can't we go shopping?" "Mommy why can't we have our birthday parties like we usually do?" I have been trying to explain to my kids about this coronavirus that has taken over the world,but trying to do so in a way that won't scare them. I want them to know the seriousness of what's going on but I don't want them to end up having nightmares or being deathly afraid of going outside for any reason. Its very difficult to do so when I am scared myself. I sit here in my house thinking about how much things have changed and what that means for our future. I suffer anxiety and depression normally so now it can get pretty bad. My kids are ages 12, 7 and my little one is gonna be 3 in a couple weeks. My son who is a sixth grader now is suppose to be graduating elementary and starting Junior high in the fall. His friends may or may not go to his school and I feel so bad that he's not having the fun he normally would be having come this time of the year. His friends birthday parties and school has been all canceled and I know he thinks about it. My daughter Ciara had a birthday in March which we didn't have a party for her though it was planned. We canceled as the virus keeps getting worse and worse. She says she understands but I don't know if she really understands any of it. I feel so bad that her birthday wasn't filled with friends and presents and just being connected to everybody. But I did tell her we owe her a lot. We got her a couple toys and games for her Nintendo switch and I made her a cake. We celebrated here at home but it wasn't the same. My little one turns 3 in a couple weeks and I am gonna have to do the same thing for Charli as I did for CIara. A little 3 year old doesn't really pay attention to news and the only thing she is worried about is if her tablet is dead or not. We will get her a few things to unwrap and I will make her a cake. I don't have anymore ideas of what we can do for fun. We have played board games, painted, played with playdough and clay and sand, and colored with crayons and markers. We have taught our daughter how to ride her bike and we have spent a lot of time out back and in the front. We chalk it out in the driveway with the 48 different colors of chalk we got from Michaels. We have done the jewelry making with pretty beads and that only keeps them interested so long. We have had so many conversations about life and our dreams and what we want out of life. I just hope we can celebrate things like we used to when all this calms down but when is it going to calm down? Here I am stressing about simple birthdays and social gatherings for my kids when the world is quickly getting farther and farther from us ever getting better. I am so troubled by how many deaths we have had. I am deeply appreciative for those nurses and doctors who have put their lives on the line trying to save people when it's highly contagious. I think they are so brave and we need more people like that in the world. I worry so much how this world is changing. I worry about if someone sneezes in public and if people will even say bless you. I worry if this whole social distancing is going to distant everyone permanently. I worry that from this moment on our normal lives are going to be completely different than what we are used to. One thing that is different is doing the home school part. It's more work for the parents than anything else and I don't even understand it .Im over here googling closed syllables and digraphs and blends while I'm trying to help my daughter with her school assignments. It's been very interesting though and if you have a kid like mine who doesn't sit still , it can be frustrating. But I do hope that this world gets better and stays better. REst in peace to all the ones we have sadly lost and good job to all the nurses and doctors who are trying to save them. With a dumb nut president it's hard for the United States to improve anywhere. This guy is insane with how he is handling all of this. But here I am going off the subject of my kids and this coronavirus. I can only hope and have faith in the American people to stay home and save lives. Don't wait until someone you know or even yourself to get sick for you to take this serious. This is very serious and please think about helping this world not making it worse. The coronavirus can affect anyone and everyone. Its winning this war we are in and what do we do about it? I tell my kids that all we can do is stay home and keep people healthy and wash our hands and social distancing. I have a conversation jar that we draw from every night at dinner. We have had so many different questions some serious some not and some just about imagination. My son had drawn from the jar and his question what if you could come up with an invention what would it be... my son looks down at his plate and he looks up and he said a cure. I thought that was the sweetest thing for him to say.

Today, I read a small introduction to a webinar I am taking through Friesen Press and it told me that I am an Authorpreneur. The term is very unique to me and it made me feel like my life long writing career has become just that, a legitimized career. I have been an Entrepreneur since the age of four with my first lemonade stand out side my parents house. I've always known I was a business minded person and today my writing career has really solidified it's position in my life. I am so overjoyed because the job part finally feels real and to be so open to the world is such an amazing and overwhelming feeling. I am humbled by this new experience. This is truly an amazing moment. In the next post, I'll have some examples of my work for You. My exciting novel "Viktor, Into the Light" will be coming out in the summer of 2020 and my Thanks goes to Friesen Press for making this lifelong dream come true. Viktor, called an "epic" good versus evil story by Friesen Press excites me to tell you about it. He's sexy and moral. He discovers a few things about his family and longs for one of his own. Look for it in the Friesen Press bookstore or eBooks and give a copy to your staff, friends, mother, sister, or your aunties. Viktor is a satisfying read for anyone 14+. Well, I'll post some examples of my work for you now. See you in the next post. Julie Ann

My ten-year-old jumped in the front seat of the van from the car rider line and slammed the door. I sensed that she had a rough day by her scowling expression. Of course, my parental instincts kick in and the first thing that I want to ask is, “how was your day?” I have never gotten a good response that way, it is always a short reply of, “good,” or “okay” but never an elaboration of what exactly that entailed. I took a breath and tried to think about what I could say not to set her off and help her know that I genuinely care and wanted to know about her day. I started asking questions that I thought she would appreciate better, “what did you learn today?” and "How did your presentation go?" This didn't seem to work as she let out an irritated sigh, “Mom, I had a long day.” She continued to look out the window, I could tell that she felt like I wouldn't understand what she was going through, I mean how could a lame old Mom like me possibly understand what her kids were going through? I had never been young once, right? I needed to hear what was happening in her world, because even though she was only ten and it may seem like she shouldn't have much to worry about from a grown up perspective, I had to understand that she's growing up in a different world than I did. Her emotions and problems would be much different than what I faced when I was her age. I admit, I am guilty of thinking; "what in the world could she be facing that was so horrible at her age?" However, she needed to know that I would always be a listening ear, her safe place to come to about anything. That was important. With caution, I started speaking, “When I was in fifth grade,” waiting for her to let out an annoyed sigh, I paused briefly. She sat silent, so I continued, “I felt alone. I didn't have many friends, I certainly didn't dress like a cool kid, and I was shy. Nobody really wanted to talk to a shy girl or try to hang around a dorky kid with beat up sneakers. If they approached me to try to play with me or talk to me, I always thought that it was a mistake, I didn't feel good enough to be around them, so I kept quiet most of the time. Some would poke at me and laugh and I knew the jokes were about me, but I would laugh with them or smile back. I willed myself not to let their actions bother me, though it was hard. I can honestly say that it did hurt, but I got through it because I knew that it wouldn't last forever. No matter how bad I felt, I didn't let them see it. They didn't get the best of me. It didn't bother me to be alone, most of the time I had my thoughts and that was good enough for me. Even though it was hard, I would stay myself. It can be easy to lose yourself when you're trying to discover who you are or where you fit in, but your heart always knows what's best and you need to listen to it. Despite hard times, my fifth-grade year ended up being one of my favorite years in school, I learned so much and had a lot of fun.” I hoped that something in that story would help, anything. I was going on nothing, walking into this world of hers with my eyes closed in hopes to help her through any darkness and push her to her light. She watched me while I told her about my younger years, her expression changing. When we pulled up to a red light, her demeanor softened, “Mom, I want to be a bully.” I was completely caught off guard, and for an instant, my heart was plagued with panic. I have always raised my kids to be kind to others, instilling in them that being mean or bullying is the wrong way to go. I was not expecting that to come from my story at all. Parenting is hard, often I feel like I am a failure at it, and this was most certainly one of those times. I closed my eyes, trying to hide my emotions, and willed myself to see it from her point of view. I stayed quiet and let her continue. “Listen Mom," she began as she watched me intently, "there's this kid and she's been picking on me and my friends for a while. We have tried to be kind and make friends, but it's like the harder we try, the worse she gets. She tells lies about us to our other friends and classmates, it makes us feel bad. I know that maybe her home life has a lot to do with it, but I would like to step into her shoes; the shoes of a bully and truly see how she's feeling. I want to understand why she feels like she needs to mistreat others to make herself feel better so that I can find a way to make her, and others like her see that they don't have to be like that. I just want to understand it." Glancing over at me, she smiled, "I know what you were thinking, Mom. I don't want to bully others. I wouldn't want anyone to feel bad. I want to understand what drives a bully to be a bully and help them.” I couldn't stop my mouth from falling open, I was lost. My heart was filled with pride for her and my mind was blown. often I ask who the parent is. I learn the most from my children, even when I think I know better.

Once there was a party for all animals in the beautiful city of Udaipur.India. It was the birthday of king lion. He was celebrating it in a beautiful palace hotel. Invitations were sent to all animals. A beautiful birthday card in gold and ivory. All the animals who were invited thought of themselves to be fortunate to have been invited for such a grand party. There were two horses at the door to welcome all with garlands and perfumes. Animals from all over the world came to attend king lions party. Welcome drinks of sweet and tangy jaljeera and mango panna were served, soft music played. The guests mingled and talked. There was a beautiful peacock, a lovely deer, playful monkeys and dancing tigers. All kinds of animals were present. A tall giraffe walked in, head held high. He was proud and thoroughbred. He enjoyed the Indian delicacies. All animals were too happy with the good food and wonderful decoration of the party hall. King lion said “welcome my dear friends, please feel at home. I am too happy to have you here. The cake was bought in by family members of king lion. It was in the color of the sandy desert present in Rajasthan. There were some toy camels on it covered in cream. The cake looked like a mini desert area. All the guests were curious about the cake.” what does it stand for? ” A lovely lady eagle asked the king. King lion explained that it is a representation of the place. A tall dark camel stood at a corner in the party. He was listening to all that was going on. A bunny rabbit had never seen a camel in his life so he asked the king about the toy camels on the cake. The king smiled and replied “the camels are tall like the giraffe and magnificent!” The giraffe felt very offended at this. He came forward and bowed to the king lion and said. “Sir! You can see that camel in the corner of the room. I feel we are very different. My skin is fine and not wrinkled. My body is considered good looking and photogenic. I am rare and handsome. I just feel we are very different “. King lion smiled and asked the camel if he wanted to say anything…The tall camel just waved back and said that the giraffe was indeed good looking. King lion was quite pleased with the camel's sportive reply. The guests surrounded the king and the cake was cut. The party was in full bloom. The guests danced all night and had wonderful food. The day came to an end. Next morning it was time for all to go till the airport. The giraffe and a koala bear had to catch their flight to Australia. They were slowly on their way with their baggage, with a horse who was sent by the king to accompany them. When they reached halfway. A sandstorm started to blow. Slowly strong wind with thick sand was blowing. It was difficult for the bear and giraffe to see. They closed their eyes and clung to the horse. The horse pulled them gently behind a wall to save them from the sandstorm. . The storm took an hour to slow down. When the air settled the giraffe and koala bear realized that they were actually behind the camel for shelter and not a wall. The horse returned their baggage and the camel helped them reach till the airport on time. It was time for saying bye .The giraffe was filled with too many emotions…he felt shame and gratitude too at the same time his ego was not letting him speak at all. He turned back and asked the camel “why didn't you speak of your ability to protect others in the desert in the party? You are so good at it!! The camel looked into the giraffe's confused eyes and said “You were our guests for the evening and I just wanted you to be comfortable “.The giraffe was taken by surprise. He asked if he could hug the camel. The camel hesitated and said that he had sand over him. The giraffe smiled with a little tear in his eyes and hugged the camel “never mind my sandy friend. I have fallen in love with your sand!!” all the four animals had a laugh. The giraffe and bear left with warm memories…and felt as if a part of their hearts would always stay here on this land.

“That was the best game we ever had!” my brother said as he draped his arm around my shoulders. He couldn't have been any happier. I couldn't have agreed more as I gave his cheek a quick kiss. With my blonde curls pulled back on a tight ponytail, I fit in with my brother's friends more each day. Yet, he knew that someday, all that would change. Frank included me in everything. I was more than a sister - I was his friend. One Saturday afternoon, he asked to play baseball again. He knew this might be the last time I'd agree to play – with the boys. After all, I'd be turning twelve by the end of the month. Other girls moved into the neighborhood and we were quickly becoming friends. As he watched me cross the field, he realized that I walked differently. The Tom-Boy gait was gone and in its place was a more girlish stride. I took my position in Left Field. This time, things were different. Frank, as Captain of the team, asked me to move in a few feet putting the official Left Fielder behind me. Frank thought I was old enough to play without getting hurt and wanted to give me a chance to really play. The game progressed quickly. The final batter was at home plate. The Umpire called, “Strike One.” I held my breath while the batter swung again and breathed out another sigh of disappointment at the second called strike. I knew that one more strike and the inning would be over. One more missed chance to be a real team player. My pale blue eyes were glued on the boy standing at the plate. Ball One. The next swing, however, connected and sent the ball flying high – towards Left Field. Frank held his breath as he watched me take off running as if my life depended on catching that ball. I ran to meet it, feet pounding the ground, eyes trained on the hard rubber orb. As the ball began its descent, still running, I raised my glove and dove in the air to meet it. As I crashed to the ground, the dirt clouded up around me. Frank's worried eyes never left the cloud of dust while his breath was caught in his throat. In a split second, he beamed with pride and breathed a huge sigh of relief as he saw I raise my glove to show the others that I still had possession of the ball. Although our team lost the game, to me, the score meant nothing. I played my heart out and that's all the mattered. With pride at having the only girl on their team, one who could actually play, my teammates carried me to home plate on their shoulders. Frank found it difficult to wipe the toothy grin from his face and I laughed almost hysterically as the boys beneath me tried desperately not to drop me on the ground. Frank's intuition, however, was right. That was my last game. The following weekend I attended a slumber party with my new friends. We giggled as we tried new hairstyles, dabbled with makeup and spoke of the possibility of getting old enough to date or better yet, go steady When I arrived home the next afternoon, I found Frank sitting at the kitchen table, glass of milk in hand and a plate of homemade biscuits in front of him. “Hi, Sis, want some?” I took a glass from the cupboard, filled it with milk and grabbed a biscuit. “So, how was the party?” he asked a bit solemnly. “It was great!” I bubbled. “Those girls are so much fun. We…,” I stopped and saw the look on my brother's face. “Hey, what's the matter? You look like you lost your best friend?” “I … you're growing up. You don't need me anymore. Yeah, I guess I do feel a little like I lost my best friend.” “Oh Frank!” Trying not to let Frank see my own sorrow, I lowered my eyes and squeezed his hand. When our eyes met again, my eyes were misted with held back tears. Quietly, with my mature, pre-teen wisdom, I told him how I felt. “Frank, you'll always be my best friend. Just because we're gonna grow up, doesn't mean we'll stop being close. I still expect you to be around to protect me against the bullies in the neighborhood, to make me laugh when I feel sad and listen to me when I have a problem. Who else would I turn to when I need a friend? I'll need you to screen my boyfriends and make sure they'll take good care of me and beat them up if they don't.” “What? You want me to what?” His eyes were opened as wide as saucers in disbelief, but a smile began to creep along the sides of his mouth. “You want me to screen your boyfriends?” “Yeah, can you imagine that? I bring a guy home and he has to meet you instead of dad. You'll scare the heck out of him.” Frank laughed at the thought. The more he thought about it, the harder he laughed - and so did I. I leaned down and kissed the top of his head. “I'm going to take a shower. Don't eat all the biscuits.” As I turned to walk away, I looked back and said delightfully, “Hey, that really was some game last week, huh?” Frank looked back and I could see he was still smiling happily. “Yeah, that was the best game we've ever played!”

The human civilization and development have never been on the peak like it is now at the present time in terms of science, technology, engineering, human rights and the like. The Argus II like a bionic eye, the successful landing of Curiosity rover on Mars, cloud computing, Jeddah Tower soon to be the tallest building, leaving Burj Khalifa behind, same-sex marriage are some of the many achievements of the modern world. Communication at the same time has played a crucial role in shaping the society and the world. With the advent of high-speed internet connection, smartphones with as much capacity as digital computers and emergence of millions of smartphone apps, the communication among the humans have become just a single tap away on the screen of a gadget. There was a time, when people got most of their news on a daily newspaper, in a transistor or in a television but today the means of communication is changing into more interactive, economically feasible and smart technology such as portable digital computing and communicating devices. Regardless of the age, communication and interaction among the humans are essential considering the fact that we are social animals. The affordable cost of mobile devices has resulted in the ubiquitous use of smartphones and similar devices among the grown-up people. Modern media and means of communication are not only popular among the adults but the young kids have been also enticed to the digital world. It is, of course, good to let young kids be familiar with the modern technology but the haphazard use of latest gadgets have affected the children to great extent. Adolescents and young kids follow what adults do regardless of knowing the value, necessity, and outcome of anything. Young students' demand smartphones with good grades or parent's promise to buy new smartphones with better grades need to be considered wisely in terms of need and uses. The regulations on digital media and internet are nominal and questionable as well. To prove that the user is a human and not a robot, many websites use the images to be selected by the users as asked by them out of arrays of graphics. This is the good security measure in the submission of forms and files in web applications and web pages. However, the age restrictions on social media, adult websites and apps are easy to dupe by users of any age pretending of legally acceptable age. The minimum age required to use the social networking site, Facebook is 13, but there are millions of young kids who have lied their age to pretentiously be older to use the world's most famous social networking site. Young kids come across the violence, profanity, adult contents, fake news, superstitions and surrogate advertisements on the internet due to the irregulated online marketing and online business. This allures young children over their curiosity to try them or use them that in turn impacts in their life affecting study, social life, family, and health. Today's children are the leaders of future so that it is the responsibility and duty of we, adults to build the environment, where our kids can grow with right knowledge, skills, and ability to be competent in upcoming days. Unnecessary use of digital gadgets have distracted young learners from their study and misled them to the wrong path. Young children often go through difficult situations like having suicidal thoughts, depression, narcissism, violent behavior and defiant disorder as a result of misuse of digital media. Improper uses of social media have fueled the social problems like child pregnancy, child marriage with elopement and rape in recent years. The online media, websites and social networking sites have to play their parts of a role in making secure future of children today and tomorrow. Just like new captcha system with the images, the identity cards that verify the age of the users could be enforced so as to stop the deception by its users regarding their age. The latest effort of youtube is commendable with reference to the introduction of youtube kids app both in android and ios environments. An operating system like Emmabuntus especially developed and designed for students and young kids prevent them from browsing adult contents, whereas, with its educational materials such as computer programs related to mathematics, science, English and creative games, kids learn to utilize the digital platform as an aid to their study. The parental guidance for kids in using digital social media is like showing kids the right path with a lantern in our hands at a dark place during night time. Children are inquisitive by nature and considering this fact, as our obligation, we must mentor our kids to use modern media. Childhood is best known for the innocence, freedom, and dearness. Every child should get the chance to live free from any worries and fear with the opportunity to thrive in a prosperous society and contribute to keeping it up in future as well.