One of my best summers was spent at my grandmother's house, working away on making a newspaper with my sister and our cousins. We all thought it would be a great way to spend the long, warm days. We split up the tasks: some cartoons, advice column, review of a 'play' we had made the week before, and even a local history article featuring rubbings from a headstone in the graveyard. We typed it all up on an old-fashioned typewriter, and proudly presented it to our parents.