Question: You walked one day down the street.  You found something that was worth something.  You made sure you didn't lose it.  It has color , size and shape.   Everyone of them is different.  You enjoy it a lot.  You like it and you count it over and over.What am I ?

Question: I'm sometimes white,
Although sometimes I'm black.
I take you there,
But never bring you back. What am I?

Question: With pointed fangs it sits in wait,
With piercing force its doles out fate,
Over bloodless victims proclaiming its might,
Eternally joining in a single bite.
What am I?

Question: I have hands that wave at you,
Though I never say goodbye.
It's cool for you to be with me,
Especially when I say, "HI."
What am I?

Question: This is a very old riddleHolding two swords and eight spears and dressed in a cow-leather tunic, I peek through a hole in the door.
What am I?

Question: A very pretty thing am I, fluttering in the pale-blue sky.
Delicate, fragile on the wing, indeed I am a pretty thing.
What am I?

Question: From the beginning of eternity To the end of time and space To the beginning of every end And the end of every place. What am I?

Question: I am one with eight to spare, lest I lose my one.
I'm not a number.
What am I?

Question: I'm not really more than holes tied to more holes; I'm strong as good steel, though not as stiff as a pole. What am I?

Question: Different lights do make me strange.
Thus into different sizes I will change.
What am I?