Dear six-year-old, training wheels are for babies. Just let go already. Regards, a seven-year-old.
Dear seven-year-old, no matter what anyone says, stay weird. Signed, an eight-year-old.
Dear eight-year-old, find out your babysitter's weakness, then use it against them. Signed, a nine-year-old.
Dear nine-year-old, don't get involved with the 'popular' kids. They're narcissistic capitalists that know nothing about politics. Signed, a 12-year-old.
Dear 12-year-old, ask her to dance. Just trust me on this one. Signed, a 16-year-old.
Dear 16-year-old, don't let your mom throw away your Legos. Signed, an 18-year-old.
Dear 18-year-old, go easy on the makeup. You're not as ugly as you think. Love, a 19-year-old.
Dear 19-year-old, just because it's an all-you-can-eat buffet, does not mean you need to eat all you can.
Your parents have better interest rates than your credit card.
If he says he has a "weekend home" in the suburbs, he's married.
That rust protection undercoating, it's actually a great deal.
Whatever you do, never order the salad from a truck stop.
Back up your hard drive. Now.
I mean, who even does that?
Getting laid off can be a blessing in disguise.
Being a starving artist only works if you actually make art.