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CHS Junior - Student Columnist
By Stephanie Madden

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Little Things

Every funny thing I know, good memory I have, all began when I was a child, and everything I have today I built around what I loved from childhood, because there is nothing more pure and uninterrupted than the love of a child. Looking back I can see many similarities between the person I am today and the way I was when I was really little. Iím still afraid of bugs, I still fall and scrape my knees, and still talk as if there was no tomorrow.

I am not sure what I would have done if I had been in the same boat as my little neighbors, who found entertainment for themselves when they found themselves faced with no television or entertainment. Of course they ran outside and began to collect shingles, because that is apparently what little kids these days like to do. I have to20hand it to them though, little Matthew was doing his part for the clean up effort.

Bad weather can be frightening, but it can also be a new little adventure when youíre just a little kid, itís a change in your environment that you may not have experienced before. Sometimes you even find new obstacles you never thought you would run into.

This past week my sister and I found a little squirrel that had fallen out of his home and lost his mother. He was just a tiny little guy, hadnít opened his eyes yet, but we knew we had to save him, because he was just too little to be left alone. We put him in one of my shoe boxes with a nice little comfy paper towel set up on the inside, perfect for him to nestle in. I didnít want to touch him because I have always been afraid of little creatures that could bite me or give me rabies, but I was one of the few who didnít want to touch that little guy.

We named our little squirrel Hammy, and fed him milk out of a little eye dropper bottle, but I donít thin k baby squirrels really care for fat free milk. Hammy had a good life for a few days, but unfortunately did not last too long; he had a peaceful departure though.

Hammy was our bad weather experience, and itís just a little part we did to try to help out nature. Of course others are left with less fortunate circumstances and I hope that everyone finds what they are looking for after the storm. If there is anything I have learned from this experience it is to be ready for change and brace for the worst at times.

 

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