Help! 14 year old newspaper columnist?

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A bunch of us went out to St. Johns to visit Eric’s (and Ben’s) chicks. This was their second time outside and they were having a grand old time.

Question by animal girl 97: Help! 14 year old newspaper columnist?
I am a fourteen-year-old who has been offered a job as a columnist for my local newspaper. I am a triplet, which would make my stories unique and exciting, but I’m not sure what to write about. Here is my first column (I have not sent it in yet- it just doesn’t seem good enough!). Please tell me ideas and critiques.
Thanks!
It’d be nice to say that being a triplet is a spectacular experience. I mean, what could be more fun than having two siblings both within a minute of you? Well, I’m here to tell you there’s a lot more to it than that. Sure, we have a few minutes here and there where we’re not arguing, but, the rest of the time, is… chaotic. Silence is a rare blessing that only comes when everyone is asleep. Birthdays are huge family events, with piles of presents, an extravagant cake (once a whole Hogwarts Castle), and a shared blowing-out of the candles. Most notably different about our family, though, is our obsessions. For some reason we never feel complete when we don’t have an obsession. We need something to fire up our creativity and engulf our entire being.

I come from a family of busy people. Every one has a different obsession and gets completely wrapped up in it. Most recently my family has been surviving my brother’s current obsession with… chickens. Every day dozens of library books on Urban Farming, Bantam Chickens, and Keeping Chickens In The City are hauled in by the armload. Though my parents have been hoping this obsession will pass, I can’t say that it has yet. He just won’t take no as an answer!

My Dad came home one day with five huge boxes announcing that it was time that we join him on the search for unfound treasure. In the boxes he had brought with him five metal detectors. Over the course of the next year, though we only joined him on his metal detecting expeditions once or twice, he was out searching for treasure every second of his spare time. He went out at night with a headlamp, he went out in the rain with a wet suit, he even went metal detecting in the lake with a water proof metal detector! He’s added at least seven metal detectors to his collection since that first day, though, he hardly ever uses them any more.

I’ve learned from my family that we every one needs a hobby… something we can go to in our free time, enjoy, and be ourselves. Obsessions, though, are not healthy. Not only do they take up our entire being, putting off the important things we need to get done, but they are short and sporatic. Often times we pour lots of money into these short-lived inspirations, before discovering that we are sick of it. Just consider the case of my Dad and his metal detectors, next time you feel the urge to jump into something. Consider that it may be short-lived, before you start handing over money to it.

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