I have hands but I cannot clap. I have a face but I cannot smile. I run but I never get tired or go anywhere. You look at me many times during the day to know when to do things. I can be found on walls and wrists. What am I?

I connect you to the world but I have no voice of my own. I live in your pocket and light up with information. I remember everything you tell me and everyone you know. I can show you places you have never been and let you talk to people far away. Without electricity I am useless. What am I?

I go up and down but never move, connecting worlds yet staying in one groove. What am I?

I have a wooden floor but no house, And make a snap that scares the mouse. I offer a meal that’s free of charge, But the price you pay is rather large

Colorful sticks of imagination, melting rainbows in the hands of young artists, leaving vibrant trails on blank landscapes.