Summer doesn't seem to come fast enough, but finally Mom and Dad drop you off, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed*, at NMSU.
*Not really. You're prepubescent, so no bush.
(Friends, take note: Sometimes, your audience isn’t going to respond the way you’d like them to. Most times, you can’t escape by running off stage and hiding, so it’s a good idea to learn to let words roll off you, like water off a duck’s back.)
For me, magic can be a story, a game, a puzzle, or a surprise that takes my breath away in a single, furious gulp.
