Answer:
Lighter than what I am made of. More of me is hidden than seen. What am I?
An action done on mosquito bites
I like to twirl my body but keep my head up high. After I go in, everything becomes tight. What am I?
I was was before was was was.
I am lighter than air, but a hundred people cannot lift me. Careful, I am fragile. What am I?
What gets broken if itβs not kept?