Cricket Magazine Fiction and Non-Fiction Stories for Children and Young Teens

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Dear Cricket,

I’m a first-time writer, but I’ve been getting your magazine for about two years. I know that everyone says this, but it is really awesome and I look forward to getting each issue.

I’m homeschooled and I love animals. Horses are my favorite animals, and I love anything horse. I also enjoy music, reading, being outside, and astronomy. I have a cat and a dog. I also play the piano. Adelle Richard, age 12 Howard City, Michigan

Dear Cricket,

How have you been? Sorry I haven’t been writing to you. When is your birthday? My birthday is November 30. What states have you been to?

I’m in fourth grade. My older brother is fifteen. My sister is in sixth grade. My little brother is in third grade. We have a dog named Gramba. He is very playful. We also have a kitten named Thumper.

Ezrah Modesto, California P.S. I hope you like my letter.

Dear Ezrah,

Yes, we like your letter. We love hearing from all our readers! My birthday is in September. I haven’t traveled to many states, but I’ve been all

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