On occasion you might see me sweetly striped, I'm a friend to the unsteady. You might need me year round, or hang me up when you're ready. With nothing to hold me, I'll take a spill, but if we work together as a team we rarely will. What am I?

I am a berry though not the sort you pick in a bowl,I wear a yellow coat that freckles like old scroll. I hang in hands but never learn to clap, and every single one of my small teeth is dead a ghostly map. What am i?

I am a flat space, I make a flat plank, and I fly. An expanse of grass sounds like me, but it's not I.

In a dance of diamonds, colors intertwine, weaving a pattern both ancient and fine. Wrapped around feet, it whispers in style, a classic design that stretches a mile.

I am black when you buy me Red when you use me And white when you throw me away What am I?