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Teen Ink Magazine,
June 2007 :
Nonfiction Articles
A Father Lost
by Kelly, VA
He sacrificed everything. He left his wife, his kids, and his life. He left me. He had been there by my side since I was two. He doctored my scraped knees and comforted me when my first boyfriend dumped me. He hugged me when I cried and tended to me when I was ill.
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Dear Dad
by Emily B., Amery, WI
My most vivid memory of you will always be when I was five years old and you walked up to me at the campground. That was the first time I ever saw you, but I ran to you screaming anyway.
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For the Love of the Game
by Jon B., Abilene, KS
As I sit on the bench, on the verge of battle, I feel nauseated with anxiety. I look at my teammates, my fellow soldiers. The announcer goes down the list of starters and the crowd cheers as I run to center court to shake my opponent’s hand.
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One Day on a Tractor
by Zak L., Vinita, OK
In the summer I mow my grandpa’s pasture. I sit under the sun on the worn leather seat of a big blue Ford open-cab tractor, pulling the mower behind. I mow circle after circle until the pasture is done, then I move onto another.
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Rediscovered Friendship
by Chelsea A., Louisville, KY
Our speedometer held steady at 80 as we rolled south down the Pacific Coast Highway. We’d unzipped the Wrangler’s detachable roof that morning, so I gripped my knees tightly to my chest under my jacket, my hair roaming wildly in the brisk June wind.
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Risk Greatly, Achieve Greatly
by Brittany C., River Vale, NJ
Every single day, I am proud of what my father does. He may not have gone to college, but he has taught me more about life than I could ever have learned from a textbook.
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Search for the Best
by Nicole C., Springfield, MO
Many children buy ties, socks or golf balls for Father’s Day, but my present had to be the best. After spending several days shopping and asking friends what they were getting, I was more confused than ever.
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The Most Important Person in My Life
by Hannah P., Hemet, CA
You raised me alone
You watched me grow
From pigtails to curled hair
I remember both of us wearing matching green Converse shoes
And how can I forget going to the races
Or the just-you-and-me movies
You have always been there for me
Listening or ...
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