At 11, in a Boston park, the youngster ran his first race, a 100-yard dash for children.

Often, the youngsters simply run away from a group home, or wait until they become adults and leave the system.

The youngster ran along behind them, playing some game of his own devising.

"If these four youngsters are running wild, I'm not in the least surprised to hear they caused an earthquake!"

His job was to watch the youngsters run the floor, taking the brassy shots he used to take.

Many youngsters also run for the modern computers which have geology games installed.

A groan went up, but the youngsters ran off to the start.

The youngster ran to the fence and clambered over it.

The youngster stood silently for a moment, then turned and ran back to his boat upon the water.

The youngster ran his hand through his long, golden hair.