When I was young, I loved nothing more than jumping into a big puddle and hearing it splash. I'm not quite sure why but it always gave me such a rush. Though I was terrified of storms and didn't particularly love rain, the joy of puddles was strong enough to make me look forward to … Continue reading The Joy Of Puddles
I remember once, in one of my "well being" classes, our teacher gave us the task of coming up with our own definition for what we think intelligence is. We weren't allowed to use the internet but in the least amount of words possible we had to come up with our own answer. A few … Continue reading Intelligence…and what does this say?