I'm a fifteen-year-old Canadian who, like everyone else here, loves to write. Besides that, I play and teach the violin, and tackle my mountainous pile of homework, half of which is in french. That takes up most of my time.
These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world. — Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah