By Seth, Age 11
Once I saved $60 to buy a hamster and supplies. I named it
Maple, the name of my crush, and took it home.
I was bit by the hamster. Blood was drawn. Tears were shed. But I fed it and left it in its ball.
My mom walked into the room and screamed. My hamster was pregnant and had seven babies!
I said, “I’m a grandpa!” with confidence, as my dad’s jaw dropped.