Writing is great fun. It is also fun to read the writing of someone you know well who is struggling to find a voice of their own. When the writing you are reading was penned by your own son, the proprieties and improprieties of the language used are a little bit haunting.
Below the fold is a brief essay by my oldest. His teacher, who passed it on to his mother during a parent-teacher conference, did not correct a single error. It’s pretty good writing for a 16 year old, but there are about a dozen instances in which a rewrite would be appropriate. If you can find those instances, you have a future as a copy-editor.