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My Zoo
 
When I was 12, I attended summer camp at the zoo with my brother. We stayed for a night hike. The camp counselors hid in the brush and pretended to kidnap one child at a time—I suppose until the crying got to them.
 
Wil Gilmore

 

On 35
 
What am I, then, after 35 confusing years on the planet, besides skin stretched taut over bones?
 
Andrew Bertaina

 

Back to the Baltics
 
It was acceptable behavior in the Soviet Union to take an empty seat at a table where others were already sitting—and if one did so, the chances were that the other person or persons were not from the KGB. On the other hand, if an American diplomat sat down at an empty table he would quickly be joined by someone who was no doubt a cop.
 
Peter Bridges