My friend and I went up the Oneonta Gorge back in the 1960s when we were just teens. It was not a tourist and hiker destination back then; we felt we'd discovered it ourselves (teenagers often feel this, though). Now it's so overrun with people, the park service worries. I'm glad we found it when it was ours.
A righteous rage seized Samantha when she saw that her parents had served yet another Thanksgiving dinner comprised solely of fruit. She vowed this year would be different. When the world was dark and they were nestled in their beds, she would make them pay.
Dear Cthulhu
This year I've been a very naughty girl . For Xmas I would like global chaos, the end of western civilisation, millions to die at your altar in your honour and the end of the pretender upstart gods. And a pony.