Thud, thud, thud. A repeated gravelly sound of metal scraping against clay filled my ears, and the smell of grass and mud permeated the air like gasoline at a gas station. The hot summer sun beat against...

Story by Emma Stiefel For one week this summer I attended the 2016 Al Neuharth Free Spirit and Journalism Conference along with 50 other students, one from each state and Washington, D.C.. We listened...