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Without a bridle, or a saddle, across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride, by help of me, though almost blind, are made to see. What am I?
I am used for light yet I am solid. Without me you would feel enclosed. I hate being touched especially with a lot of force. I like to be in buildings.
Never ahead, ever behind, yet flying swiftly past; for a child, I last forever; for an adult, I'm gone too fast. What am I?
I am not alive but I can die. What am I?
I can generate fear and some say I come out of your ears. I am as quiet as a mouse but not welcomed in the house. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?