The very first thing kids (many, or should we say most kids) do when they get home from school is log on to MySpace, and then keep it on ALL night. What are they chatting about? What are the dangers that they don’t think about? Things that could haunt them for years to come.
It’s a perfect-weather fall Friday night, and while most couples are out on the town, eating, drinking or catching a movie, my fiance and I are pacing across the backyard.
We’re facing each other and counting out loud: one two three, one two three, one two three — trying not to lose our place and trying just as hard not to laugh.
For three months, I’ve been following a group of eighth-grade girls here in the Valley. What I’ve witnessed is nothing short of disturbing!
If you have ever doubted that love exists the story about Veronica Destiny Celis will make you change your mind.
It’s every anglers dream, catching a monster fish… THIS BIG!
Incredibly, 2 valley teens did just that, reeling in a 50 pound whopper of a Catfish.
It’s the spookiest night of the year. A knock at the door. Thud, Thud, Thud! Thud, thud, thud! “Who is it?” Response? Not the “trick or treat” you expected, but “Probation Department.”