Has there ever been a riddle that left you scratching your head? This one is for you, then! Look at the following image and see how many squares you can count.
We made use of a handy tool called Doceri to assist us with the square counting. It made it possible for us to visually monitor the squares while we were counting them. Really nice, huh?
It’s your turn now! Look at the picture for a moment and count the number of squares you can identify. These kinds of puzzles can be fairly difficult, so don’t worry if it takes you a few tries. And never forget, it’s acceptable to respond differently than others. The allure of riddles lies in that!
If you’re feeling very daring, how about making a video answer and sending it our way? We would love to see your approach to solving this difficult challenge and your thought process. So feel free to demonstrate your puzzle-solving abilities!
Who can solve this square problem, let’s see! Wishing you luck!
My Downstairs Neighbor Called the Police on Me for ‘Stomping Around’ — How My Daughter Reacted Made Me Tear Up
Ever wondered how age changes the way people treat you? 73-year-old Margaret was heartbroken when her neighbor accused her of disturbing his peace with her walking stick and called the cops on her. Her daughter’s fierce response brought tears to Margaret’s eyes.
I’m Margaret, and at 73, I still take pride in taking care of myself. My cane helps me get around, but it doesn’t stop me from living a full life. My apartment, filled with memories of my late husband George, is my haven.
Recently, my downstairs neighbor Arnold, not a day over 37, seems to have a vendetta against my cane. He accused me of “stomping around” and threatened to call the cops.
When the police arrived, I explained the situation. They understood and reassured me I had the right to live peacefully.
I called my daughter Jessie, who joined our building’s chat group to expose Arnold’s behavior. The response was immediate: neighbors supported me, calling out Arnold’s rudeness.
Arnold eventually apologized, bringing flowers and later, banana bread. He even asked if we could get to know each other better over coffee. Surprised but hopeful, I agreed.
In the end, the kindness of my neighbors and the support of my daughter reminded me that even in a big city, there’s a sense of belonging. Arnold’s change of heart also gave me hope for a peaceful future in my cherished home.
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