Answer:
I run up and down the stairs without moving. What am I?
I am a delicious way of representing data.
Everyone in the world needs me. They generously give me but never take me. What am I?
Men seize me from my home tear apart my flesh drink the sweet blood then cast my skin aside.
I’m hard as a rock and as light as a feather. I’m passed on to one another. Poor people need me and rich people have me.
I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, you’ll likely die. What am I?