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Teen Ink Magazine, March 2001 : Nonfiction Articles

An Ode to Youth
Youth is ...
Falling in love with pizza for the first time.
It's sneakinginto the girls' bathroom
Then getting high-fives from all yourbuddies.
Youth is the taste of the soap
That your mom just shoved down yourthroat for saying a cuss word.
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Don Juan, Goldfish
This selection can be found in Teen Ink Love and Relationships, the fourth in the Teen Ink book series, all available in bookstores nationwide and online.
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My Dad
   When I was a little girl, my dad used to say howmuch he loved me, and until the day I die, I will never forget those sweet words.Last March I lost something a child is not supposed to lose - a parent.
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Potlatch
   I am a half-blooded Athabascan Indian and havelearned the lifestyle of the Athabascan culture, in addition to Western culture.Living close to my father's village of Mentasta has made me familiar with myheritage.
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Recapture the Past
   This selection can be found in Teen Ink Friendsand Family, the third in the Teen Ink book series, all available inbookstores nationwide and online. Continue...
Stitches of Love
   "Every stitch is stitched with love. If youcould count the number of stitches in this quilt, that is how much I loveyou."

This is what my grandmother told me the day she gave me myquilt.
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The Importance of Promises
This selection can be found in Teen Ink Love andRelationships, the fourth in the Teen Ink book series, all available inbookstores nationwide and online.
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The Morning Climb Aloft
   The ocean ... the smell of the sea on a breezysummer morning. The sound of the seals and birds saying hello. The wind blowingin my face and the tired look on everyone else's at 7 a.m.
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The Soccer Game
   I watch them fly across the field, the black andwhite checkered ball skipping and dancing on their toes. They sound like a herdof elephants, but their blue and green uniforms glitter in the sun likebutterflies.
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Visiting Tanana
   "Welcome home, kids," my aunt greeted meand my little brother as we stepped off the riverboat. I was 14 and it had beennine years since I had set foot on the sand beach of Tanana, Alaska. It was adreary July day in this Athabascan village.
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