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THE CIRCLE GAZETTE

Volume 2, Issue 06

MARCH 2011

A Newspaper by Children for Children

A Slice of The Big Apple for My Birthday

South Florida Girl in New York City by Reagan Olenick, Age 10 Weston, FL

As I looked out from my window seat aboard the aircraft, the site of NYC coming into view mesmerized me. This was supposed to be my “birthday present” for my 10th birthday and I wondered how on earth it was possible for my mom and dad to give me an entire city. It just didn’t make any sense! It was way too much to fathom! But, with a straight face, my parents told me that they were giving me New York for a long weekend. “Flight crew, please prepare for landing,” the pilot instructed. This was it, my big one-o birthday present. As the wheels made contact with the ground, my heart seemed to leap in and out of my chest. I wondered if “The Big Apple” would be just how I remembered it. As my clan and I stood up I realized that I had to pee. “Be back soon!” I told my mom. From where I was I could feel the cool breeze nip at my cheeks. As I made my way to the restroom, I realized that even though I was far away from home, I felt a familiar sense of comfort. I guess that the best way to describe it is that the city just really rubs off on you. Before you could say “New York,” my family and I had checked into our hotel, taken showers, and were off to dinner! We set off for Tio Pepe, located on west 4th street in Greenwich Village, a haven for die-hard Spanish and Mexican food fans. As soon as my fajitas de carne arrived at the table, I knew that this was the place to be! In 5 minutes tops, the fajitas were missing; GONE FOR GOOD! Yet, I couldn’t be happier, knowing that the fajitas were probably having a party all the way down to my stomach, and that dessert was com-

“I looked at all the buildings and lights and felt as if I was looking into a life size jewelry case…” ing closer every second! We left the restaurant and walked past some stores until we stopped at a candy shop, which looked like it was just about to make chocolate flood the streets! I told my mom that I thought they needed some help, so we all scurried into the store. The wide assortment overwhelmed me, then, without thinking, I told the kind gent behind the counter that we’d take one of each confection, but my mother jumped in and suggested that we limit it to three pieces per person.

We took the bag containing the chocolaty treasure onto the uptown Seventh Avenue local and it disappeared faster than an unattended bag left on the train. I was absorbed by the hustle and bustle of the city. As I rode the subway, the city sounds nestled themselves into my heart. The subway flew off into the night and before I knew it we were at our hotel. Exhausted, I put on my PJs and headed to bed. Two And A Half Landmarks One of the most extraordinary places you can go in New York is the Statue of

Liberty. The view from the crown is absolutely amazing. So, when we set off to New York, the Statue of Liberty was on the agenda! We had to go through a ton of security clearances, many of which included taking off our layers of clothing. Once we passed the metal detectors, we had to wait in line for a very long time for the elevator to the top of the pedestal. At this point you can look up and see where the statue is bolted onto the pedestal. You can actually touch the massive nuts and bolts that secure this most famous landmark. From this point, my mom and I climbed the 354 stairs all the way through the inside of the statue up to the crown. Once there, Lady Liberty, my mom and I were all officially Ladies of the Harbor. Another great landmark is the Empire State Building. We visited the observation deck on a crystal clear, brisk Saturday evening. The ride from floor 1 to 80 was as fast as going from floor 1 to 5 in any other building. At the 86th floor we could step out and check out the view. I looked at all the buildings and lights and felt as if I was looking into a life size jewelry case, the buildings being stands and the beautiful lights being extraordinary and rare dazzling jewels. A minute or two later, my dad woke me from my trance and placed a petite, carefully wrapped box in my gloved hands. Inside this box was another box and inside that was a brilliant topaz pendant that reminded me of the city’s shimmering lights. Now, you may be wondering “What the heck is a half landmark?” Well, let me explain. You see, New York City is home to a wonderful and very popular ice cream parlor called Serendipity 3. Serendipity 3

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The Wow! in Powwow

40th Annual Seminole Tribal Fair by Sara I. Cross, Age 10 Boca Raton, FL On February 13th, 2011, my family and I went to see the 40th annual Seminole Tribal Fair at the Seminole Okalee Indian Village at Hollywood, Florida. A Tribal Fair is also called a powwow, a gathering within a tribe. A powwow includes singing, dancing, and storytelling. Along with all of that, the most important part of the powwow is the renewing of old friendships, and the making of new ones. The Tribal Fair starts with a dance that is specific to that tribe. The dancers were originally young men, often the warriors and hunters of the tribe. Now the dancers can be both men and women, dancing together or separately. This particular powwow was held at Hard Rock Live at 1 Seminole Way Hollywood, Florida The first dancers we saw were the Canadian Iroquois Sky Smoke Dancers. The Sky Smoke Dancers danced onto the stage with a welcome dance. They then introduced us to the Alligator dance, a dance which their tribe brought back with them long ago from the Indians in South Florida. They then showed us the man and woman’s Smoke dance. The two dances were very different from each other. In between all of the dances, the speaker told us a little about their tribe, and about the dances we were about to see. The second group we saw was the

Cherokee War Dancers. The first dance they showed us was a victory dance. It included many war cries and fights against invisible enemies. They then did mixed dances. Those dances included a bear, ant,

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Flute player Sonny Nevaquaya (Comanche).


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As we head into Spring this month, we leave behind Valentine’s Day, the day we celebrate our relationships with those we love. Among the recipients of heart shaped goodies this year were family, friends, and even the dogs and cats with whom more than seventy million Americans share their homes. Many of these pets enjoyed a special treat on Valentine’s Day. But for countless other dogs and cats who are homeless, abandoned, and stray, Valentine’s Day was yet another day to struggle to survive. These dogs and cats are the victims of a serious pet overpopulation crisis affecting the United States, as well as many other countries. As a result of this crisis, six to eight million dogs and cats enter shelters annually, where some are fortunate enough to be adopted. The rest, tragically, are euthanized. The Humane Society estimates that: “Four million cats and dogs— about one every eight seconds—are put down in U.S. shelters each year.” Despite the existence of shelters throughout the country, including “no-kill” shelters , there simply are not enough shelters or homes to take in and adequately care for these millions of homeless animals. So, as we continue this month to shower love on our pets, let us take a moment to reflect on how we can act individually to help the victims of dog and cat overpopulation: First, we can educate ourselves about the overpopulation crisis. Countless websites exist on the subject, including that of the

Humane Society of the United States, this country’s largest animal protection organization. By learning about the causes of overpopulation, we can make conscious choices and stop ourselves from unwittingly making the situation worse. Second, we can learn more about the reality of adopting our next pet from a shelter instead of buying from pet stores or breeders. Each puppy or kitten bought from a pet store or a breeder reduces the available homes for shelter animals to be adopted into. The market for store bought animals also contributes to the problem of animal abuse at puppy mills that churn out puppies for sale like widgets and often fail to provide even basic necessities for the animals. (Source: Humanesociety.org.) We can spare puppymill animals from abuse and we can save shelter animals from euthanasia by adopting rather than buying our non-human family members. Some people believe that “a shelter animal (even a purebred rescue) is somehow less healthy or less valuable.” In fact, although it may take a little more work and patience to find the right fit (placing your name on a waiting list and seeking help from shelter workers), shelters have “a great selection of adult animals for adoption, and many of them also have kittens, puppies and purebred animals. On average, purebreds account for about 25 to 30 percent of a shelter’s dog population,” according to the Humane Society. Some people fear that the shelter animals won’t be

as safe or make as good pets as store-bought or breeder raised animals. On Petfinder.com, as on numerous other websites, such beliefs are debunked. Many animals up for adoption are NOT “damaged goods” but in fact are perfectly great pets who were relinquished through no fault of their own. “One of the main reasons that animals are given up is because their owners are no longer able to provide the proper care; perhaps this is due to financial hardship, a move to a new home, illness or death of the owner, or a change in lifestyle. In all of these situations, the animal is relinquished for reasons unrelated to their health, temperament or behavior.” (Source: FoundAnimals.org). To ensure a successful adoption from a shelter get the history of the rescued pet. “Keep in mind that shelters will not adopt out animals with untreatable or serious behavioral issues.” (Source: FoundAnimals. org). For more information visit PetAbuse.com, and read “Dispelling the Myths About Shelter Pets.” March is here. Let’s head into Spring educated and conscious of the choices we make for our nonhuman animal friends. Let’s be responsible by keeping our pets from roaming and considering the options for adopting our next pet from a shelter. Our dogs and cats will love us the better for it. Thanks to Professor Phyllis Coleman, Esq. and Heather Veleanu, Esq. for their contribution to this piece. Sandra Wolkov, Esq Assistant to the Editor

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GRAZING FOALS by Daniela Gómez, Age 11 Margate, FL

I went to Blowing Rocks Preserve (near Jupiter, FL) with my mom and dad. We walked from the car on a little path to the beach and there they were, the blowing rocks. We had to climb over the big rocks, called limestone, to get to the beach. My daddy went first, then I jumped and he caught me and put me down on the sand. Then it was my mommy’s turn, she needed a hand to get down. Lots of sharp rocks were under the sand on the beach, so we had to walk carefully. We saw lots of tiny animals while we were walking. There were dock roaches running around on the rocks. I tried to catch one, but it was too fast. I could only touch its tail. I saw false limpets all over the rocks. They are the only kind of limpets that can live out of the water and don’t have a hole in the tip of their shell. They have pointy brown shells with dark stripes and the tip of their shell is all white. I tried to gently lift a limpet off to see what the bottom looked like, but they were stuck hard to the rock. Other animals that were living on the rocks were chitons. They look like flat shells with green, spiky thorns all around the shell. I felt them and they were softer than I thought. One was covered in algae and another was right in the middle of a big patch of algae. Later, at home, I looked up on the computer and found out they are herbivores, so I think that the chitons were eating algae off the rock. I wasn’t sure because I saw

Ripping through the grass A foal to the wind yields. Zipping through the green, Its mother runs along Nickering to her son. Grazing in the fields Frisky, swishing, dark brown tail Over the rocks, they sail away And they trot alongside the rail. Laps around the field So, to the wind they will yield.

one chiton sitting on a barnacle and I thought he was eating it, but maybe he was just resting on it. There were also barnacles, oysters, and tiny black and white periwinkles on the rocks. Some were in holes in the rocks and some were on top of the rock where it was dry, but most of them were in small tide pools. When the waves splash on the rocks at high

tide, they leave water in the dips in the rocks and that is called tide pools. I looked in each of the tide pools to see if there were any fish or sea stars or tiny jellyfish living in them, but I mostly just found more little periwinkles. You should visit this beach because it’s the only beach nearby where you can climb big rocks right near the ocean.

Illustration by Sofia Serrano. Crayons and markers on paper.

Froggy “The Stallion Who Loved to Eat Grass” Illustration by Elizabeth Abrams, Age 6. Inspired by the book “The Girl Who Loved Horses” Wax crayons and color pencils on paper.

WHAT IS SPRING? by Shadya Amodu, Age 11 Deerfield Beach, FL  

by Daniela Gómez, Age 11 Margate, FL Swimming around And splashing her tail Announcing her presence with giant waves She is swimming on and on With the fish on one side And her calf on the other, And the krill holding on to each other Hoping that she will pass by With her mouth shut tight. Swimming around and splashing her tail, Announcing her presence with giant waves, It’s the whale!

Spring is when the birds sing, When radiant butterflies spread their wings.

Likes to Hop

by Daria Noel, Age 6 Coral Springs, FL

Froggy likes to hop Hop, hop, hop Froggy likes to eat bugs Bugs, bugs, bugs Froggy sits on a lily pad Sit, sit, sit Froggy likes to jump Jump, jump, jump Froggy says ribbit Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit.

Spring is when pretty flowers bloom, When birds shake their colorful plume. Illustration by author. Pencil on paper.

Spring is when the butterflies play, Swaying and fluttering and making our day. Spring is when kids have lots of fun, Bouncing with joy in the glorious sun. Spring is the season for everyone, Let’s dance, twirl, race and run!

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A Rocky Beach by Sofia Serrano, Age 5 North Lauderdale, FL

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“Breton Girls Dancing” Tracing technique of Paul Gaugin’s 1888 Oil on Canvas, by Joshua Thompson, Age 12, Parkland, FL


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Band Education

Meet Homeschool Band Director: Gina Hibbitts by Maria Schlecht, Age 10 Tamarac, FL On Thursday, February 17, at Trinitas Academy in Plantation, Florida, I interviewed Gina Hibbitts. Gina has been involved with music and band since her elementary school years. She has a Bachelor of Music degree in Flute Performance from Boston Conservatory and a Master of Music Education from Florida State University. She has been teaching music and band to children for twenty years in Maryland, Virginia, and now in South Florida. The word band comes from the French word “bande” meaning troop. Originally bands were used to accompany soldiers, and originated in Germany. The U.S. started to use bands around the Revolutionary War. Bands usually have trumpets, cornets, tubas, french horns, trombones, clarinets, flutes, oboes, cymbals, saxophones, bass drums, tympanis, glockenspiels, and xylophones. The difference between an orchestra and a band is that an orchestra has string instruments and bands do not. Bands also do not play as much classical music as orchestras. Gina saw that there were not many homeschool bands in South Florida and decided to start one of her own. She thinks it is important that children should be part of a band because it is “the ultimate multi-tasking and studies show that people’s brains are forced to be used in ways never used for anything else, and it’s also fun.” She teaches this class at Trinitas Academy and teaches general music at Summit Questa Montessori in Davie, Florida. Gina did two 2-week summer camps in 2010, and started the actual class in September of 2010. She uses Standard of Excellence by Bruce Pearson which is a step by step book and has pictures at the beginning. In class we first learn how to play the instrument, learn the basics of ensemble playing and do sheet music. If you join in the middle of the school year, you would probably take

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Martin Luther King, Jr. and the March on Washington Celebrating Black History Month

by Alizdair Sebastien Ray, Age 7 Davie, FL   I entered a Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. drawing contest. I did a poster. I was shocked to win a first place ribbon. I wrote that Dr. King wanted black and white peo-

its statue of Abraham Lincoln. Why were so many people here at this place, on this day? It is because one hundred years before, President Lincoln helped to free the people who were slaves. That was during the Civil War. Dr. King had a dream. His dream was that his four little children will one day live in

Reporter Maria Schlecht interviews Band Teacher Gina Hibbitts. weekly private lessons on Friday (she can also offer beginning group lessons). If you do want to join you do not need any musical experience, but need to be in at least fourth grade. She does not yet require auditions. In her current class she has flute, trombone, clarinet, percussion, and three trumpets. Gina would like some baritones, tubas, oboes, and bassoons. During summer camp, Gina teaches the instrument you would like to try in two weeks. Gina is happy during class when someone plays something they thought they could not play. At the end of the school year she would like a performance with more complicated music. I am a student in this class. Gina is helping me learn the notes of the bass clef because I play the trombone and the trombone is in that clef. When you play in a band, you have to be able to listen to other people with other parts while you play your part at the same time, in order to get the whole piece of music to come together correctly. If you would like to learn more about Gina and her band class go to browardmusicworkshop.com. To contact Gina, email her at browardmusicworkshop@ gmail.com or call 954-790-9825.

Alizdair receives First Place Ribbon at local Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. drawing contest. ple to get along. My parents are married and they are different races. I am proud to be a part of them. You don›t have to be a certain race to learn about history that changed the world. I am going to discuss a book about Dr. King called “Martin Luther King, Jr. and the March on Washington” by Frances E.Ruffin. On August 8, 1963, it was a hot summer day in Washington, D.C. More than 250,000 people were pouring into the city. They came by plane, by train, by car, and by bus. Some people walked all the way to Washington from New York City. That›s more than 230 miles. One man roller-skated from Chicago. It took him eleven days! By late morning, a crowd had gathered at one end of a long, narrow pool. Nearby was the Lincoln Memorial with

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a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin. He hoped that black and white people could join hands together. Dr. King spoke for 16 minutes and 20 seconds and it made people clap and cry. One year after his speech, a law was passed. It is called the Civil Rights Act of 1964. Since then, there cannot be separate seating for black and white people in any public place. It was a beginning for all the good stuff that happened after that speech. I am the dream, and I can be whatever I want to be when I grow up. My parents teach me to be proud of myself and to always do my best in everything.  I am glad that I was raised to be friends with all races and not treat anybody badly. We should be thankful that we live in the United States of America and have the right to be our best.


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Hollywood Aspirations: John Corby by Ismail Ercan, Age 13 Coral Springs, FL Although many people do not know it, acting has been part of human culture for millennia. It dates back to the 6th century B.C. in Ancient Greece, and was started by the actor, Thespis of Icaria, according to the Greek philosopher, Aristotle. According to some stories, Thespis would step out of a dithyrambic chorus, (a chorus that sung Greek hymns and danced honoring the god Dionysus), and would act out different characters that were in the hymn. He would do this in between the chorus’s narrations of the story, and would speak as the character with the aid of masks. This was the beginning of the Athenian tragedy. Acting has come a long way since the 6th century B.C., with it peaking during the Renaissance and the 20 and 21st centuries. It has spread out from just storytelling and theatre, to television and film. It has changed from a part time job, to a full time job for many people such as John Corby, an 18 year old actor from South Florida looking to make it all the way to Hollywood. Recently, I had the opportunity to interview John and I learned a ton about acting, things that I never knew about before. I wanted to know how long had he been acting and what got him into it, John shared: “I was about four years old when I began acting. I remember the exact moment when I wanted to do it. When I was very little, before I was four, I thought that the people in movies were actually real people. I thought Ace Ventura was a real person. One day, my dad was watching the Cable Guy and that’s a movie in which Jim Carey is very creepy, but funny. I was wondering why Ace Ventura was acting that way; and I asked my dad. And he said, ‘Oh, uh…that’s Jim Carey. He’s an actor.’ So I thought, ‘This guy gets to be as wild as possible, and this is his job, and he gets to have fun! That’s his job? I’m doing that!’ And so my grandma took me to the Fort Lauderdale Children’s Theater (FLCT). I acted there until last year.” That makes John Corby just eighteen (18) years old with fourteen years of acting experience.

John has attended several acting magnet schools along with the Ft. Lauderdale Children’s Theater, which he has enjoyed the most. “The Children’s Theater was an overall amazing experience,” he said. “There, you meet other kids who are just as naïve and inexperienced as you are, and the teachers and directors mold you so you come out of the program ready to take on the acting business.” John thinks FLCT is well prepared to achieve such goals. “They have literally everything to produce a quality show: professional tech guys, costume makers, makeup artists, directors, and so much more.” He sums it up: “the Children’s Theater was a great experience for me, and has greatly improved my acting.” With so many years of acting experience I wondered if he had always wanted to be an actor. John very honestly and cleverly said: “No. When you are a kid, aspirations and different goals float in and out of your mind. At different points in my childhood, I wanted to be a drama teacher and a karate teacher. Those dreams didn’t last too long, and eventually acting took the front seat again.” Then he added, “If I couldn’t be an actor, I would go into the film editing business because it’s such a cool job as well. After all the footage has been shot, you are in charge of making it more interesting, choosing from so many different shots and angles, and it’s great. Also, you can add special effects to any part of any scene when you are the editor. That would be my second job after acting.” Acting is often accompanied by singing. John Corby’s singing experience is extensive. Throughout his FLCT years, he participated in many musicals. “At the Children’s Theater, I have acted and sung in many musicals and plays.” John gave some details: “I played the main character in Big River (a musical based on the novel Huckleberry Finn), Willy Wonka, and Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat, among many others.” John’s film career has also started and he was proud to mention that a few months ago he acted in his first film, “Villa Captive will be coming out on DVD and Blueray soon,” he said. John admires the work of Johnny Depp

Reporter Ismail Ercan meets John Corby. and in the music field, the late Michael Jackson is his number one inspiration. About Johnny Depp he said: “I love him; he can do anything. He is my number one. I think the characters he has played in movies show that he is not a normal guy. And he likes to show other people that it’s O.K. not to be normal.” About Jackson, he said: “I love Michael Jackson for his music and as a person.” What he really most admires about these two personalities is that they seem, for Depp, (and seemed for Jackson) really clear on who they are and they want to show it to other people and John thinks that “that’s really cool.” John Corby enjoys acting overall, but what fuels his passion about it is the satisfaction of knowing that other people love what he just did on-stage. “I like to make other people happy while doing the thing that I love.” And he adds: “I want audiences to enjoy it and like the performance.” In his young acting career there are some performances that stick out, even though

he shares feeling happy about every character he has played. “My most favorite character has being Javert, in Les Miserable’s.” Les Miserable’s is a musical version of the famous novel by Victor Hugo. John: “Javert is the antagonist in the story, and is a sinister character, but he is not completely evil. I love Javert’s character. He is very black and white about God and the law, and he thinks everything should be very straight, which is completely the opposite of me. So once I played him, I understood his character and why he got so passionate about things in the story. At some points through the musical, Javert reaches to very dark places and gets very passionate about the law and God. Also the musical itself has some of the most beautiful music of all musicals that I have played.” I wondered, of course, if John had ever traveled to Hollywood to act, this being one of the most desired destinations for ac-

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Theatre World

SOUND WAVE Glee Show Choir by Daniela Gómez, Age 11 Margate, FL On February 5th, after a busy week, I attended the last performance of Fort Lauderdale Children’s Theatre’s first Glee Show Choir. It was directed by Kristin Deffler and the musical direction was by Michael Irvin and Jeremy Zglobicki. Samuel Alexander, Beth Brennan and Madison Donoho played the piano, Charley Garcia was the drummer and Madison Donoho played the guitar. The performance began with There’s No Business like Show Business (Annie Get Your Gun.) I was impressed with the singing and choreography. Most of the actors and actresses were fourteen to sixteen but there were some as young as eight and the stage manager (Maddy Hart) was eighteen. I have seen, and been in, many FLCT performances, but I was amazed by the way they sang together as if it was the first time I saw one of their shows. It was like listening to the music of your favorite CD, live. A few of my favorite songs were Fame (Fame), I won’t Grow Up (Peter

Pan), I Just Can’t Wait to be King (Lion King), Footloose Mashup (Footloose), It’s a Hard Knock Life (Annie), Somewhere Over the Rainbow (Wizard of Oz) and For Good (Wicked). I know this is a lot but they sang so many songs! The choreography was exciting and sometimes it made me want to jump up in my seat! The music was quite inviting and sometimes it was soft and relaxed like in Part of Your World (The Little Mermaid). The performance paused for an intermission after You Can’t Stop the Beat from Hairspray and then resumed with Happiness from You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown. All the cast members wore black and blue sparkly costumes, in Legally Blonde’s Omigod You Guys, the girls changed the blue to pink and put on all kinds of scarves, shawls and sunglasses of pinkish-girl style. The costumes varied slightly depending on the song, in one, the boys wrapped bandanas over their heads and in It’s a Hard Knock Life from Annie, the girls costumes were torn aprons and skirts that looked all ragged. On the contrary, in the opening song: There’s No Busi-

ness Like Show Business (Annie Get Your Gun,) they wore bright sparkly-blue on plain black, it looked just spectacular! The performance began at 7:30 pm and ended a couple of hours later. For more information on this FLCT season, go to www.flct.org. For summer camp this year, there is the Jellybean Camp (ages 4-6) at the Galleria Mall, sessions run from June 13th through July 29th 2011. The Summer Stage Show Camp is for grades 1st to 12th at Galleria Mall with performances at Parker Playhouse. The first session is from June 13th to July 8th and the second is from July 11th to August 8th. The performances are Seussical, Camp Rock, Willie Wonka, and Fame. I had so much fun watching the performance, I wish that FLCT would gather together once again and do more Glee, same actors and songs and choreography, I would be there, if it did happen, I hope that you think you’d be there too. It was a great performance and I hope you feel as if you were there as you read my words, I invite you to come with me as the lights go out.

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Kids & Politics

Egyptian Revolution

MONOLOGUE

Thoughts of a Racehorse SECRETARIAT AT THE BELMONT STAKES, 1973 by Daniela Gómez, Age 11 Margate, FL I stomp and paw, The rider upon my back is as nervous as I am. “Come on Big Red!” He tries to calm me; his efforts in vain. Then the moment comes and I burst out of the gate! I surge. No more patience! I head for the lead. I hear nothing but Ronnie’s urging voice And my hooves clattering upon the dirt. I’m aware of another horse and I push myself as hard as I can. I cannot loose. I will not fail! Not now. My mother’s voice is in my head. Somethingroyal is nickering to me. And I hear Penny, her voice is saying “I know you can do it Red!” I do not know how long this track is But I toss my proud thoroughbred head And the other horse fades back into the dust. I hear in my imagination: Gasps and cheers; and “impossible!” I realize with a start that the cheers are real Ronnie pats my sweat coated neck “Don’t give up” he whispers. I charge. My body flying… I hear Penny’s happy voice and Eddie’s too. I have not failed.

by Bilal Amodu, Age 13 Deerfield Beach, FL   This movement is not precocious It has been prolonged for quite some time So now the tensions have burst into revolution The cry for change will chime   After thirty years of power And an era of unfair laws Egyptians grew tired of their President  As perverse as he was   On the fateful Day of Anger Was when protest finally erupted With many Egyptians nursing the thought That their government was corrupted   Protests increased day by day In both size and violence While they all but laudable Mr. Mubarack Sensibly maintained his silence   All attempts to quell the rebellion Had been a fiasco of its own Especially as Mubarack supporters Sallied forth to allow their opinions to be known   With this schism dividing the nation And the violence tarnishing the peace This is an event which only very few Want to completely and fully eschew   Journalists fared quite poorly While trying to update the story Since the crowds masticated them so badly That many of them were sorry   With affluent feelings of hatred apparent Toward him and his policies Mubarack told his awaiting citizens he would not run For another term to be their President   Protesters continued to deride him Wanting him to step down sooner Though protests slightly quelled, they still continued Not getting any less uglier    With banks and schools shutting down  For these ongoing political marches Many economists are quite dubious About Egypt’s economic progress   This disaster has not ended It is still raging and unstopping Ceasing will not be all that feasible Until the people see Mubarack resigning   To conclude this solemn ballad On a thoughtful and hopeful note Try to discern all of the events around you And be cautious to whom you entrust your vote.

“Horse” Watercolor Pencils by Daniela Gómez

REVOLUTIONARY WAR A Diamate Poem by Emma Gómez, Age 7

Patriots Brave,

Blue

Daring, Fighting, Defending Lucky,

Smart, Unfair, Formal

Taxing, Marching, Attacking Red, “Paul Revere’s Midnight Ride” Watercolor Pencils on paper by Emma Gómez.

Upset

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My Own Roxaboxen by Amirah Rashed, Age 12 Deerfield Beach, FL

Roxaboxen is a book about a girl and her imaginary wonderland, now let me tell you a story about my very own Roxaboxen. My Roxaboxen is called Oceanside Paradise. It’s next to the ocean and, when you snap your fingers and wish for something, you get it. There are beach mansions, limos, donut shops, candy shops, ice cream shops, pizza stores and, as always, there is punishment for wrongdoers, a jail. There are really twisty water slides and gargantuan water

by Sara I. Cross, Age 10 Boca Raton, FL

Malana, Teresa, and Olive stepped into a field, not of flowers, but of fire pits. Malana accidentally stepped on a loose plate of magma. Suddenly fiery arrows flew from the pits and at her. They surrounded her on all four sides and trapped her. She let out an ear-splitting scream. Then, she was gone, disappearing in a flash of light! Teresa screamed and started to cry. Olive let out a strong chirp and tried to fly away. “Olive, come back here, I don’t want to lose you too!” Teresa cried and grabbed the bird’s tail. Olive (after a few chirps of protest) reluctantly flew back onto Teresa’s shoulder. Suddenly a beautiful voice sang out:

parks. The water slides all end at the ocean. There’s also a really big underwater mansion at the bottom of the ocean that has a shiny golden key to unlock it. This is also where I hide all my treasure. Did I mention that I am the queen of my imaginary wonderland? There are beautiful sea gowns I can wear to parties. To get to my island you have to ride on my dolphins, Dilly and Dally. But, of course, there is always a catch to heavenly pleasures. In order for my dolphins to respond to you, you have to know the secret password: rosebuds.

All in all, I wish my Roxaboxen was real, but sadly it is not. Editor’s Note: Roxaboxen is a book written by Alice Mclerran, Illustrated by Barbara Cooney and published in 1991. The story “celebrates the imagination of children who, no matter the time or place, can create whole worlds out of what they find around them-here, rocks and boxes, cacti and sand.” (Publisher’s Weekly). In each child’s imaginary town Roxaboxen “the rules are simple: you make them up as you go along according to the whim of the day or the personality of the residents.” (School Library Journal).

“Is he right for me? I’ll just wait and see. He is not too cold, but he’s nice and bold. I’m not right for him, so I am told in the hearts there is eternal light, why is that light not bright tonight?” A woman appeared, dressed in a long sleeved, scarlet red dress, with a cutout on either side shaped like a flame. She sat down on a rock leaning against another so it formed a chair. “Are you okay?” Teresa asked her, politely, for she had stopped crying to hear the song. Startled, the woman swirled her head around to look at the teenager. Triangle shaped bangs hung down in between her bright red eyes glazed with dark

orange tears. The paths they took were light yellow streaks down her cheeks. “I’m fine, thank you. I’m Elariyana. The Fire Pits are my home.” She gave Teresa a smile that revealed all of her tinted red teeth. “Are you one of the girls Devere spoke of?” “I guess so,” Teresa said. “But I thought Devere told me that there were two of you?” Elariyana questioned her. “Th-th -there w-was w-wwhen I c-came,” Teresa stuttered, suddenly nervously scared and seemingly helpless. “I might be able to help you,” Elariyana said, with pity in her eyes. She waved her finger and a flame appeared at her fingertip replacing the long yellow nail that looked like she had been growing since birth. She bent

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GREAT CATCHES! Go Crazy for a book! by Bilal Amodu, Age 13 Deerfield Beach, FL Hello, my loyal readers. Welcome to this edition of Great Catches. It is now March, and that means Marchtime Madness. I have some wonderful books, as crazy as they may seem, that will perfectly suit you, or drive you out of your mind. So, with hope you don’t become too crazy, enjoy this month’s mad selection. The Wizard of Oz Author: L. Frank Baum Age level: 2nd grade and up Rating:

In this classical story, a young girl named Dorothy is whisked away from her home in Kansas by a cyclone and deposited in a strange land with witches, wizards, tin woodsmen and talking scarecrows. She must cross this queer land to find a legendary wizard to return to her home and kin. The Magician’s Nephew Author: C.S Lewis Age level: 3rd grade and up Rating: Narnia, from its lamppost trees to its talking animals is a place similar to no land we ever knew. After an experiment gone horribly wrong, Digory and his friend Polly end up in an odd land that starts off an adventure that will carry on for the rest of their lives.

“Malana accidentally stepped on a loose plate of magma. Suddenly fiery arrows flew from the pits and at her” Illustration by Aaron Cross, Age 13. Color pencils and pencil on paper.

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down and and drew a circle on the thick sheet of hardened magma that they were standing on. The flame melted through the magma and the circle cutout fell down into a pool of lava that was bubbling below. She took her flaming finger and outlined the rim of the hole. Out of the ring of fire sprang Malana, standing on the piece of floor that fell out. Elariyana stood up and took Malana’s hand, to help her step out of the ring onto more secure ground. “Hello, I’m Elariyana, guardian of the fire pits” Teresa ran up and closed her arms tightly around Malana, who was desperately trying to figure out what had just happened. “I’m sorry my lava guards shot you with their bow and

The Reptile Room Author: Lemony Snicket Age level: 3rd grade and up Rating:

Living in a house full of reptiles is probably the oddest thing one could do. However, the Baudelaires have a fun time living in their home abound with reptiles, until a tragedy in the form of a horrible man strikes, making this the most miserable experience for the three orphans yet.

arrows, we rarely get guests,” she continued on. “But I’m very glad you’re all right.” “So that’s what happened?” asked Malana, scratching her head. “But what makes you think I’m all right?!” “Malana! You’re okay! Just maybe a little confused,” Teresa said, giggling at her friends joke. “If it makes you happy, I’m glad you’re alive and standing on two feet, for you might have more, or fewer,” Elariyana joked, laughing along with the two teens, who were acting five this very moment, quite happy to be together. “Come on girls, stop joking around. There is something I need to show you” Elariyana said, “follow me.” The Magic Crystal continues (Part VI) in Page 8.


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By Sara I. Cross, Age 10 Boca Raton, FL Malana and Teresa followed Elariyana to the volcano in the center of the realm. She knocked on a door in the volcano. The door opened with a creak and a little head poked out. The head belonged to a meerkat about two feet tall. When he spotted Elariyana he opened the door all the way revealing two more meerkats. They proudly introduced themselves as Dumb, Dumber, and Dumbest (aka: Elariyana’s Fire Guards). “Yes, I know you’re dumb, dumber, and dumbest, you show me it every day of my life,” Elariyana said sounding sarcastic. “Now which one of you was supposedly on duty today?” “Me! Me me me me me!” Said Dumbest, jumping up and down with a smile on his face. “Then how come you’re here?” “We were having lunch, and then I was about to leave when you came.” “Dumbest! You’re lying. You had to have done something in between lunch and now! It’s five o’clock in the afternoon!” “If you want I’ll leave now?” “First I want you to apologize to this nice young lady.” Elariyana pointed to Malana. “You shot her! I told you we were having two guests!” “I’m so dumb I don’t remember” Dumbest proudly answered. “No! I’m Dumb! You’re Dumbest!” Dumb cried. “Just because you’re Dumb doesn’t mean I can’t be dumb too! Right? I don’t know because I’m Dumbest. That means I’m dumber than all of you, HA!” Dumbest stuck his tongue out at his brothers. “But I’m Dumber!” Dumber wailed. “It doesn’t matter!” Dumbest screeched. “All that matters is that you’re all less dumb than me!” “How can I be less Dumb? I am Dumb!” Dumb shook with fear of losing the very little bit of sanity he had. “I am sooooo out of this conversation.” Dumb made his way to the kitchen. “So anyways, we’re both dumb, okay. End of conversation.” Dumbest went on. “NO! DUMB IS IN THE KITCHEN!” “SO?!” “STOP YELLING” “I’M SO DUMB I DON’T KNOW HOW!!!” “IT’S EASY. JUST CLOSE YOUR MOUTH.” “I CAN’T!” Dumber put one hand under his brother’s chin and

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the other on top of his nose. He pushed them together and closed Dumbest’s mouth. When he let go, Dumbest opened his mouth again and started screaming some more. Dumber repeated the process the

BASH BOOM’ followed by a ‘CLANG CLASH CABOOM,’ obviously made by the clashing of pots and pans and smashing glass. The four females (one feathered,) watched as a few flying kitch-

stepped over the river with Elariyana following. She stood on a part of the ground and a square rose from the ground. It slid away revealing a tunnel. Elariyana gave Malana and Teresa a bright smile and jumped into the tunnel. Teresa convinced Malana to go second by insisting it was just like a water slide (minus the

“She poured it into the barbeque and started barbequing each and every thing, including every single pea separately! ... after a half an hour, Malana and Teresa started helping out, for they were already starving!” Illustration by Aaron Cross, Age 13. Color pencils and pencil on paper. same way, except this time he forgot how he did it and missed a step: putting his hand under his brother’s chin. When he pushed down on Dumbest’s nose, it went crashing to the ground. “Whoopsees” Dumber said innocently. “It’s not my fault! I’m just soooo completely dumb.” “NOT YOU! You don’t even know what the word means!” Dumbest protested jumping to his feet. “DINNERTIME!” Dumb called. Dumber ran to the kitchen while Dumbest turned to look at Elariyana. “What does dinnertime mean? I don’t know because I’m the dumbest.” “It means eat, like food.” Elariyana said, quite amused. “Food? Oh FOOD!” Dumbest screamed excitedly, as he raced off into the kitchen. About five seconds after Dumbest left the room, the three women heard a loud ‘BANG

en items made their way to the floor right outside the doorway. “Girls,” Elariyana began, trying to be calm, “shall we head over to my place and have a meal of our own?” Malana and Teresa nodded their heads in agreement. After spending a half an hour listening to the stupendously stupid meerkat mongrels having a dumbness contest, they were quite bored. Elariyana led the girls, and their feathered companion, away from the volcano to a river of lava. The lava was boiling in the thirty foot wide river that surrounded a circle of land. The girls wondered why Elariyana brought them there to eat dinner. But the beautiful woman just knelt down to the ground next to the body of lava. She touched a finger to it and immediately the width shrunk to about one foot. The girls easily

water). Then she slid down the shaft, bringing up the rear. The tunnel opened up into a big room. The room was set up as a kitchen, with a table, refrigerator, sink, barbeque, cabinets, counter tops, convection oven, and dishwasher. By the time the girls made it down the shaft, Elariyana was already poking through the inside of the fridge, pulling food off of shelves and on to the table. Once she was done, she took a pail from the counter and filled it up with molten magma from the designated faucet in the corner. She poured it into the barbeque and started barbequing each and every thing, including every single pea separately! Malana sighed. “I’m glad we ate a snack at Devere’s,” she said, “for it looks like we’re not eating anytime soon!” Teresa nodded her head sadly in agree-

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ment. After a half an hour, Malana and Teresa started helping out, for they were already starving! Because of that, dinner was done in four hours instead of twelve. They set the table, and sat down to eat. It was already very late, so they had to eat quickly. That meant no conversation happening. That was fine with Olive. She hadn’t tweeted at all since they got back. They ate and showered so all the sweat was washed off of them. The water in the plumbing system was formerly boiling hot geyser water that had been in a cooling tank. After that, Elariyana showed them into a room with two beds set side-by-side. She showed them to a wardrobe in the opposite side of the room and took out two neatly folded garments. She set one on the nearest bed and unfolded the other, revealing a fluffy white bathrobe. She refolded it and gave it to Teresa. She gave the other one to Malana. “Celinana made them with the finest silk from her silkworm friends and the fluffiest cotton from her field,” She answered proudly. “Thank you so much!” Malana and Teresa both exclaimed in unison. “I’m glad you like them,” Elariyana said, “Now you better put them on and get to bed. It’s already eleven o’ clock at night.” The girls did as they were asked, and soon they drifted off to sleep. Meanwhile, Arnold led his group stealthily through the forest. After one boy charged in and fell unconscious, they crossed the flower field by holding their breaths. When Botato tried to get to his ring holding O.B.J.Z., the boys stole it and opened it up. The group sprinkled it on themselves, making them strong. The boys traveled on to the forest and started ripping trees from the ground, one with each hand. Celinina sent a flock of birds to stop them. One of the boys just waved a tree at their feathered foes and they all quickly flew away. They rammed into Celinina and knocked her to the ground. Seeing their enemy down, Arnold grabbed a tree and threw it down on her leg. Celinina shrieked in pain. The boys laughed happily. They all agreed on the fact that the cleared path was probably the long way. The boys turned towards a group of standing trees and started following their “shortcut.”

Hollywood Aspirations: John Corby by Ismail Ercan, Age 13 Continued from page 1 tors. He said that he hasn’t been there yet, but that he is “planning to permanently move there soon to work as a full time actor.” On the funny side, John Corby has done some stand-up comedy and he recalls: “Once, when I was in middle school, at my aunt’s boring business meeting, one of the men asked me to do a bit of comedy to cheer them up. I enjoyed it and actually made fun of their boss. I did lots of improvisations and it was pretty funny.” As many actors today tend to have musical careers, I asked John about his plans in this regard. He said: “Sure. If I have the opportunity, I would love to be a lead singer of a band for a few days to see what it’s like. I have a good voice from musicals, so I would be up to it. In the past, I have done live impersonations of Michael Jackson (just the danc-

ing though, not singing) and I felt like a pop star with hundreds of fans screaming; it was great. If I could get that type of crowd reaction from being in a band, I would definitely join a band.” This conversation lead into discussing the feelings of satisfaction after a great performance and John agreed that the recognition of the audience is the best. “When someone comes up to me and says, “Great job, I really loved your performance!” That reaction makes me feel great inside.” What about commercials? Actors today do a lot radio and TV advertising, animation voices and get to do funny, fast disclaimers. Has John Corby done any of this? He had a good laugh and said: “I was the voice of the “bumper guy” on the Discovery Kids Channel. (A bumper guy is

the announcer who says, “We’ll be right back after these messages.”) I have done a few voiceovers before and I was an extra with my girlfriend, Angie, in a no texting and driving commercial.” Maybe actors see movies and plays with another eye, different than non-acting people appreciate them. About his favorite movie of all-time, John commented: “I am a huge comic book fan, the Batman movie made in 1989 is my favorite. What makes this Batman movie more unique than the rest is that in this story the Joker killed Batman’s parents. So Batman sees it now as his duty to kill the Joker and he actually says it. In other movies, Batman always sends the Joker to prison.” And then he added “other movies that I like are: Inception, The Fighter, Forrest Gump, the Godfather Trilogy, and Star

Wars Episode Three.” Of course, I wanted to know how he rates a movie, by its plot, performance, photography? And John said, straightforward, that the plot is the key to actors finding a good grip to a good performance. He said “movies have got to have an interesting plot.” I think we will be hearing a lot of John Corby in the years to come, but he says that currently he has no performances in the area. “For now, I might do a few more Michael Jackson live performances.” He is busy working his way into film, so he is working hard to get another opportunity to be in one. His future plans involve moving to Hollywood with his girlfriend, Angie, to become a full time actor. He said: “I am currently saving money and will be moving soon.” His long term goals, beside his acting ca-

reer, include staying in a healthy relationship with his family and girlfriend. “Also, I want to be a great uncle to my four year old nephew who means the world to me.” I now know that acting is one of the hardest professions to pursue. It requires memory, character, spirit, and most of all, diligence for one to succeed. (Not to mention, a little luck, too, to get the job.) Hopefully John will audition and succeed in Hollywood, when he goes there. He has much talent, potential, and determination that will take him someplace one day. For most famous actors today, such as Brad Pitt and Tom Cruise, it took them years to finally get a major role in a movie, let alone, get famous. As we said goodbye, I wished John good luck in the future, and thanked him for his time.


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The Pied Piper of Hamelin Retold by Daniela Gómez, Age 11 Margate, FL Introduction In the town record of Hamelin, a village in Germany, the first thing written is: “It is one hundred years since our children left.” That entry was from 1384 stating that in 1284 about one hundred and thirty children disappeared from Hamelin. These ‘children’ could have been grown up, but referred to as “children of the town.” There are many retellings of this story that is now known as the Pied Piper of Hamelin. The story that people hear nowadays is that there was a plague of rats in the town of Hamelin that were lured to their deaths by a pied stranger and his pipe who requested money in return. When the town refused, the piper lured the children over the hills, into a cave and they were never seen again by the people of Hamelin! However, that is not the only theory. The Pied Piper may never have even existed, but he could have been a metaphor for death that “took” the children. There are many versions of the Pied Piper of Hamelin, and this is my own: I sat on the fence watching the rats in front of me, scurrying here and there. A brown, furry little face frowned at me as it munched on the food that I was not going to eat. I sighed hopelessly and pushed the plate on the floor away from me with my foot. Brown and gray and tawny rats scurried away from me. At least they tried to scurry but they were so fat with all the food they ate that they rather waddled away in an attempt to be fast. I was tired of sleeping with little creatures nibbling at my feet and running over my blanket looking for their friends that hid in the bookshelves, behind candles. My room was covered with rat-holes and every now and then, a pair of beady eyes would peep out of a hole and stare. Sometimes, there were more than two little eyes gleaming in the dark, when two rats looked out at a time it seemed like one rat had four eyes that tried to catch my two large ones. “RATS!” it was the last time I wanted to hear that. I hurried inside to find my sixteen-year-old sister running away from clumsy

and plump rodents that were chasing her food that happened to be in her hands. “Hey!” I yelled at the rats and mimicked the meows of my cat, Beautiful. There was only one thing that the rats in our house were truly afraid of and that was Beautiful. As soon as the rats heard the sound, they stopped and scattered. “Thank you!” my sister gasped “You know how much they scare me!” She dropped her plate and the food spilled all around me. My sister is terrified of rats, and they loved her because she ate a lot. She was rather plump herself and resembled our aunt. I looked like my sister, except I had always been quite skinny, now more than ever because of all the rats around, I was losing my appetite. I had never had a large one anyway so I did not feel absolutely starved; just a bit. I had never seen my sister drop her food so carelessly even when she was being chased by rats. Suddenly I heard music, strange music. First slow, and then jumpy. I ran out of the house, my sister behind me, and we saw the oddestlooking man we had ever seen. He was wearing yellow-and-red pied clothing, with a hat of the same fashion, and he was playing a long pipe, walking down the street. I felt a ticklish feeling on

my bare foot and looked back to see all the rats running out the ratholes and pushing their way into the street after the piper. I looked at my sister. She was staring at the pied man who was leading a parade of rats. All the rats from the town. The piper danced around until he came to the river and all the rats leapt into the water and were gone! My sister let out a sigh of relief and she ran to the piper. The mayor walked out lazily into the town and said to the stranger in pied clothes “This was done easily, I saw it all, you drowned every rat in Hamelin! But we would have done it, we just did not think of it. That is all so there is no need to pay you!” There was an angry shout, the man said “I have done you something great and you don’t pay, you will indeed!” I heard a lovely sound calling to me, assuring me and I pushed forward toward the music. I followed the pied piper up to the hills, my sister and Beautiful ran beside me. We came to a cave, and I ran inside and the door shut. I remembered my parents and Hamelin. I looked up to see the man’s strange face and he smiled, “Everything will be all right” he said.

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The Pied Piper’s Journal by Emma Gómez, Age 7 Margate, FL

Famous 1888 Illustration by Kate Greenaway, published in New York by Frederick Warne in the book ‘The pied piper of Hamelin’ containing Robert Browning’s famous poem.

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In the city of Hamelin, year 1284. I walked into the streets wearing a yellow and red cloak, and saw everyone running to the Mayor. I watched how messy the town was and walked straight up to the crowd. I heard the people saying that they had a rat problem and that the Mayor had done nothing to help. I walked up to the Mayor myself and said I could take care of such a problem and I asked if they could give me one thousand guilders after I had done my job. He promised he would and then I walked into the streets playing wonderful music with my pipe. There were young rats, black rats, frisky gray rats; out of doorways and holes, following me to a river. It was warm outside and my fingers moved quickly to play jingling music for the rats to follow. To lead them to the river, I skipped. I stood at the railing by the river and hearing the lovely

music the rats fell in. Only one rat survived and made it to the other side. She scurried away, scared and fast. I turned around and stopped playing my pipe and went back to the town. I went for my one thousand guilders. When I stepped into the streets, everybody rejoiced. When I got to the Mayor, he said: “If it’s so easily done, why would I give you one thousand guilders? Here, take fifty.” I got angry and said: “You promised me one thousand guilders and since you won’t pay I would pipe after another fashion.” I stepped into the streets and played two or three notes. Feet started rumbling and children, skipping and tripping, and running and dancing followed me to some rolling hills. We got to the side of the hills where a rocky door opened and the children and I passed right through. I thought the people back in Hamelin would be standing still and following us with their eyes, feeling upset and very foolish for not having kept their promise to me.

Illustration by Emma Gómez. Soft pastels on construction paper.


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A Slice of The Big Apple by Reagan Olenick, Age 10 Continued from page 1 is known for a variety of frozen treats one of the most popular being their frozen hot chocolate! This delectable treat isn’t like ice cream or potato chips, because you can get it at only one place; that’s it! Now, here’s something you PB lovers will adore; Serendipity 3 makes frozen peanut butter hot chocolate! And, mint fans get this: Serendipity 3 combines their amazing frozen hot chocolate with the outrageous flavor of mint! So, book a hotel room, fly to New York and go to Serendipity 3! Trust me, you’ll love it. I guarantee! Broadway’s Newest Star We crammed so much into the four days we were in NYC. It was like stuffing a suitcase so full, that even one more sock would make it explode. One of the highlights of our trip, and certainly the reason why we went when we did, was to see my friend and teacher perform

on Broadway. I attended theater camp this past summer at the Miramar Cultural Center where I was fortunate to have a talented instructor named Sarah Amengual. She and her husband Phillip taught me a great deal and helped make summer camp a thoroughly enjoyable experience. When she announced that she had landed the role of Maria in West Side Story, I knew that I needed to go to New York to see her perform. Now here we were, about to enter the Palace Theater on a cold and blustery Sunday, to see someone I actually knew perform live on a Broadway stage. It was amazing to sit in my seat and watch her onstage, because I was so used to seeing her in a seat watching me. After the show, I caught up with her at the stage door and we took pictures. As she and Phillip headed to their apartment, we headed off to Carmine’s for the perfect ending to a perfect day. Carmine’s located right in the heart of the

theatre district is yet another fabulous New York eatery and well worth the 90 minute wait to get seated. New York! New York! New York City is known for having the biggest, the best, and the most unique of so many things. In a city with such magnificent buildings there is one that may not be the biggest or the tallest, but the Guggenheim is certainly the most out of the ordinary, there is no other like it in the world. Sitting on the corner of 89th and 5th, the Guggenheim looks like soft serve ice cream. Inside it feels as if you’re inside one of those new curly light bulbs. When Frank Lloyd Wright designed the building, he believed the elevator should take you up to the top, and that gravity would assist you as you descended the spiral and viewed the art placed along the walls. You actually don’t even realize that you are descending until you reach the bottom and find yourself in the middle of the wide,

“Serendipity 3 is known for a variety of frozen treats one of the most popular being their frozen hot chocolate!” open first floor. New York is home to many fabulous eateries and we had a wonderful lunch that day. I’m not talking about a succulent, juicy, cooked to perfection filet mignon at a five star restaurant, but rather for two bucks each, we got classic NY hotdogs from Hassan who operates a hotdog cart on the street. In many ways

it was more satisfying than a juicy steak and Hassan’s hotdogs came complete with views of Central Park. Plus, no one had to worry about which fork to use! Looking back on that long weekend trip, I realize the “Big Apple” was the best one I ever tasted.

The Wow! in Powwow By Sara I. Cross, Age 10 Continued from page 1 horse, and buffalo dance. There is a lot of partner interaction in these dances. When they finished these dances, they went down into the audience for pictures. I interviewed the singer and leader of the band, and got some interesting information about the dances. I started by asking him if there had been any changes to the dances over the years. He answered this way: “I think that change is something that always happens. There is nothing that does not change. It’s kind of like water. If water just sits and doesn’t move, it becomes stagnant, it becomes rotten. But if it moves, it will live. It changes. So, all of our dances have to change. You know, I have things my ancestors didn’t have. You know, certain advantages. I’m carrying a cell phone. So, yeah. Things are al-

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ways changing.” If you think about it, he makes a good point. Everything is always changing. Life would be so boring if every day was the same as the last. Sometimes you need some change in life to brighten up the day. The second question I asked him was how long had he been dancing. He answered: “I’ve danced all my life, ever since I was a young boy. My daughters are the same way, they’ve been singing tunes since they were little. It’s kind of part of our lives, most of us are the same way. Some grew up without it and they have to come and learn, so you have some guys that are having to go back and learn how to do it right. But most of us are born with it, we dance in school and such.” I think it’s great to have something that you love to do be a part of life. Your days might be full of hardship, and that is probably why the Indians have dances to celebrate successful hunts and wars. After a hard day, you always need to come home to a life of fun (and dancing!). I next asked him if there was a special costume for every dance. He thought hard about this question, and came up with this: “Well for us there is. We’re dressed generally for a certain time period. But when we war dance, we take all these clothes off, and put red paint all over us. There are also certain times that we do certain dances. Some of them are sacred, we don’t do them in public.” He also mentioned that some of the dances can go on for days, though dancers switch in between. I then asked him if each dance had a special, unique purpose. He said: “Well, dances like the bear dance, it’s a bonding dance. It’s a place for young men to go. There was no online dating back then, so what the males would do was find somebody you kind of liked and go out and dance with her. It served another purpose other than that. It also honored the bear for what he does.” I noticed that most of the dances

they did were related to animals. When I questioned him about it he answered: “Well yeah. That’s how we live. We honor the natural things around us. We don’t have the TV dance, or the restaurant dance. You know.” When I watched him sing and dance, he truly looked like he was enjoying himself and having a good time. While I interviewed him, I missed a few dances from the next group: The Aztec Fire Dancers. The Aztecs were from Mexico, and had the most elaborate outfits. The men wore enormous headdresses made from pheasant feathers. The team was a family group. There was a man, his son, his daughter, and his son’s daughter. They invited all of the audience on stage to dance with them (though most of us refused the invitation). The Aztecs talked about how they worshiped the four elements: the fire, the earth, the wind, and the water. After everyone went back to their seats, the Fire Dancers did a special dance to honor the element that they believe is the oldest one of all. This element is the element of fire. In this dance they danced around a flame, which they lit at the beginning of the dance. The next dancer was a threetime world champion hoop dancer. The dancer used many hoops and strung them all over his body. He made many patterns with the hoops on his arms and legs. He not only kept all the hoops on him at once, but he also danced! He did an amazing performance, and I would definitely go see him again. After a half-hour intermission, we saw flute player Sonny Nevaquaya perform. He is a Comanche Indian who was married into the Seminole tribe. He played a song on different flutes, showing us the different sound they each made. One flute made a vibrato sound. Before he played each flute, he told the story of how he got it, and if it was decorated, why it was decorated in that way. He also told the story of the song he was playing. He also wrote words

The Aztecs (from Mexico) had the most elaborate outfits. The men wore enormous headdresses made from pheasant feathers.” Photo Courtesy of R. Cross to the music. He sang them before he played even the first song. He closed off his performance with a welcome song, to thank us all for coming. The next performers were the Cherokee Deer-clan dancers, or Powwow dancers. They started with a Lady’s Jingle Dress dance. The dance is just how it sounds – the dancer is a woman, wearing a dress with hand rolled metal cones that jingle when she moves. The next dance was the Woman’s Fancy Shawl Dance, or the Dance of the Butterflies. The dancer wears a bright colored shawl around her shoulders. When she dances, she opens her arms as if she has wings, and dances tiptoed, as if to make the least noise possible. They then showed us the Man’s Chicken dance, a dance with a man dressed in a white costume with accessories to make the wearer look chicken-like. The dancer then imitates the mating dance of the male prairie chicken, the one he does when trying to impress a female. The next dance was a Man’s Fancy dance, or fancy feather dance. In this dance the dancer wears a very

elaborate outfit, kind of similar to the Aztec clothes. When dancing, the male dancers step flat-footed, unlike the women. After this dance group, the show rotated back to the Sky Smoke Dancers. I really enjoyed being there, watching the dances. You can really compare the different styles from the different tribes. It was fun talking to the Cherokee War Dancer, and getting information about his tribe. I look forward to going next year to watch them dance again. It is a three day event. On Friday, the event goes from 9 a.m. to 8 p.m. Saturday, there is a 9 a.m. Seminole clothing competition, and the dancing goes from 12 p.m. to 8 p.m. And on Sunday, it goes from 10 a.m. to 6 p.m. Now that I have told you about the 40th Annual Seminole Tribal Fair, you can decide. Does this sound fun? Go next year! The 41st Annual Seminole Tribal Fair awaits you. Or are you not interested in dancing? Think about it. Visit www.seminoletribe.com for more information on this event. Have fun!


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THE CIRCLE GAZETTE

“Citrus” the Orange Fairy by Daniela Gómez, Age 11 Margate, FL

Name: Citrus Age: 70 Color: Orange Size: 1inch Hobbies: Making orange-peel boats, sculpting, making tents, gardening. Least Favorite Thing to do: Sit inside at noon. Favorite Animal: Chameleon Favorite Bird: Macaw Favorite Insect: Lubber Grasshopper Favorite Season: Spring Animal Friend: Elliebellie (Lubber Grasshopper) and Emminkimai (Chameleon.) Home: Old (abandoned) snake burrow in Pollen Fields, an abandoned human farm (Original name was Oak Farm but it was renamed by its current owner: Pollen Fields.) Favorite Flower: Orange Blossom Favorite Accessory: Her Orange tree statue. Introduction Meet Citrus, sweet as an orange and sharp as a lemon. Citrus lives in her farm, Pollen Fields and lives very nicely. Every day Citrus tends to her crops and eats juicy, red grapefruit in the sunshine. In the fall time, Citrus harvests her crop and drinks lemonade while making sculptures of leaves and making oak-leaf tents to camp out in. But springtime is Citrus’ favorite time of year, the time where the orange blossoms come

into full bloom and the seeds are pushed deep into the ground. That is the time in which this story takes place. Dear Diary, Today was the first day of spring, and I began planting seeds. It was a little warmer than yesterday, just a little. I put Morning Glory seeds to soak, tomorrow I’ll plant them. Sunflower seeds went into the soft ground. I took care of my orange tree. I went outside the Pollen Fields boundaries and that is when the real adventure began. I found a lubber grasshopper out in the grass, injured. Then I spotted a human’s net a yard away (that is a long space when you are a fairy) and found all kinds of poor, trapped animals and bugs. I let them go but the grasshopper limped all the way home with me and I called her “Elliebellie”. She got along with “Emminkimai” my chameleon friend. Later, I went shopping in Pixie Place, a fairy town. I got some things for my pets and then I met Jay, the Blue Fairy. She lives in the outskirts of Pixie Place like me. She had a dragonfly pet with a broken wing, and she invited me to go with her to the Park. I agreed to go and took Emminkimai and Elliebellie too. We went swimming in the la-

goon and we saw a super big fish! It scared me but it scared Elliebellie even more! The fish was looking at the grasshopper as if that would be just the meal that would fill his stomach! Then the fish chased us around the perimeter of the lagoon. I guess we looked just as tasty Elliebellie did. I am just glad Emminkimai was there because the fish really didn’t want to fight her to get us, no matter how scrumptious we might have looked! We went fishing for minnows, it was Jay’s idea as she came out of the water from the fish chase. We only caught four minnows, actually Jay caught three and I got the last one, but it was fun anyway. I stopped by Jay’s house and we cooked up the minnows and ate them, I even ate the eyes of my fish because Jay urged me to! It was delicious and crunchy, hmmmm… I have to remember to make that again! I came back to Pollen Fields and watered the garden. I grabbed my Pixie Dust Pouch and poured it onto the seeds hidden in the soil. My Pouch filled again and again. I didn’t worry about wasting because if I use the Dust for something good, the Pouch will refill to the very top, if not, it stays down. Then I grabbed my wand and tossed my hand in what could have been a casual move. The Pixie Dust sprang to life and danced in the patch of seeds. It is the very best fertilizer, even better than orange peels! I had lots of fun today; even swimming was fun (until the fish came along!). I have a new friend

now (Elliebellie), and Emminkimai seems to get along with her! This was a wonderful day and I hope to have as much fun tomorrow as I did today. ~Citrus THIS IS NOT PART OF THE STORY ABOVE BUT PLEASE READ! Dear Readers, I was able to ask Citrus if I could copy this story from her diary to share with you this month, the introduction in

The Revenge of Sanity your ordinary spring day, it was April 13th, Friday the 13th, Tolerance’s birthday. “What do you want for your birthday?” Super Pup asked Tolerance for the millionth time. Tolerance groaned. This was her 2,002 birthday and her first birthday with people.  She never had friends and she never will. Super Pup was the closest to a friend that she had, but today she was just about ready to toss him to Mars. He was just trying to make it a good birthday; here is what he had done so far:

“Sometimes he felt tiny, while at other times he was the one and only Super Pup.” Super Pup is exclusively illustrated by Matias Sosa Wheelock, Age 13 from Weston, FL. Artwork is pencil on paper.

Painted “Happy Birthday” on her wings Blown up her breakfast Wrecked her ‘quiet day’ Read her diary in hopes to find her birthday wish Annoyed her until she flew away Because it was Friday the 13th, Tom had stayed in his room in fear he might spill salt or walk under a ladder that he didn’t own or step on a crack or be crossed in his path by a black cat.  Tolerance thought this ridiculous and she even laughed when Olivia the witch refused to send Ella, her youngest daughter (who was Super Pup’s only best friend) over in fear of an incident that might result in so called “Bad Luck.” “Tolerance, what is bad luck?” Super Pup had asked, for he never heard of such a thing before. He tried asking Tom, but Tom was in total fear and thinking it was a black cat and not his best friend Super Pup, and shooed him away. Tolerance said: “Some stupid people say Friday the 13th and Halloween are days full of unfortunate happenings such as bad luck. But it is a bunch of baloney, because people who believe that are gullible.  There is a name for those people. Idiots! Super Pup thought for a moment, and he felt like Leroy the coward instead of Super Pup

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“Citrus” Acrylics, Watercolor Pencils and Soft Pastels on Canvas by Daniela Gómez.

The Return of Super Pup by Shadya Amodu, Age 11 Deerfield Beach, FL   (Super Pup is a puppy with special powers who fights crime mostly in the forest where he lives with Tom, his owner. Tolerance is a butterfly that needs anger management classes and is very powerful. Super Pup a.k.a. Leroy, his given name, also has befriended the youngest daughter of Olivia the good Queen of witches. Super Pup and little Ella usually play with each other in Tom’s forest cottage the usual setting of Super Pup’s stories.)  It was a spring day, but not

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the Brave and Humble. That was common. Sometimes he felt tiny, while at other times he was the one and only Super Pup. He liked Super Pup better but didn’t want to leave Leroy behind.   “So all idiots believe in bad luck?” Super Pup asked. Tolerance sighed. “Not all idiots, most idiots.” Super Pup continued “how do you know someone is an idiot? Is being an idiot a good thing? Are you an idiot? Am I an …” babbled Super Pup.  “BE QUIET! I just want you to close your mouth for one minute. Calm down,” shrieked Tolerance. Super Pup slowly closed his mouth, and then trotted outside smiling and laughing and singing all the way out. Tolerance was now alone inside the house. Tom was there but he had planned not to dare to come out of his room until Saturday, April the 14th at about 3:30 p.m.  Just then there was a huge “Bam!” from outside. “What has Super Pup done now?” Tolerance said to herself. But when she flew outside Super Pup was hiding in the trash can and there was a huge space ship lying crashed in the yard. It was jet black. Tolerance knew that ship very well. Who knows, maybe bad luck is real…after all! to be continued…

italic was by Jay (And I thank her for it) and the data information was courtesy of Citrus, Magma and Wasp, (the last two helped put it into a format for a Word Document). Yes, the eyes of a fish are edible and yes, they are tasty (I’ve eaten some myself.) Please say thank you to all the fairies I have mentioned in the past, they all had something helpful to add and the story would not be this way if not for the kind fairies! ~Daniela Gómez


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“Loki” a Jotum. God from Norse Mythology. Watercolors and watercolor pencils on paper by Emma Gómez, Age 7, Margate, FL

“The Wolf” Soft pastels on paper inspired by Aesop’s Fable the Boy Who Cried Wolf (soft pastels on paper) by Elizabeth Abrams, Age 6

“Hands” Color pencils on paper by Darian Haberland, Age 10, Davie, FL

“The Fox” Watercolors on paper inspired by Aesop’s Fable the Fox and the Crow by Elizabeth Abrams, Age 6, Fort Lauderdale, FL

“The Wolf” Soft pastels on paper inspired by Aesop’s Fable the Boy Who Cried Wolf (soft pastels on paper) by Abigail Abrams, Age 4, Fort Lauderdale, FL “Ladder Truck” Markers on paper by Chase Kennedy, Age 5, Delray Beach, FL 

“Van Gogh’s Bedroom” by Joshua Thompson, Age 12 Parkland, FL “Plants Vs. Zombies” Color Pencils on paper by Diana Grandez, Age 7, Sunrise, FL “Black Beans Sprouting” Watercolor pencils on paper by Ellie Gómez, Age 5, Margate, FL “The Horse Race” Comic (pencil on paper) by Giny Genes, Age 5, Margate, FL

Snuffy is a Snuffleupagus

by Adonis Ortiz,

Tamarac, FL

Age 7

He looks like an elephant with long, brown hair. His best friend is Big Bird. Snuffy’s favorite food is cabbage. He lives on Sesame Street.

Illustration by author. Crayons on paper.


March Edition of the Circle Gazette