Thread of Riddles

[bolognaman]

A traveler left his camp in the morning, traveled 10 km to the north, then 5 km to the west, saw a bear, got scared and ran 10 km to the south, ended up at his camp, and hid in his tent. What colour was the bear?
(provide explanation. No, the riddle is not broken)

the bear was white cuz polar bear.
he was at the north pole. he travelled 10 km north.
circled the pole, and 10 km south.

Wouldn't that imply that the traveler was actually at the south pole? You can't travel any farther north when you're on the north pole.
I say the bear was mistaken for an abnormally large penguin, so the "bear" was black and white.

[linkfanpc]

You will always find me in the past.
I can be created in the present,
But the future can never taint me.
What am i?

A memory?

Nope. Good guess though.

[The_Common_Cold]

You will always find me in the past.
I can be created in the present,
But the future can never taint me.
What am i?

A memory?

Nope. Good guess though.

History?

[MrPunchers]

What is long, hard, and has a pink tip?

[shubla]

What is long, hard, and has a pink tip?

Pencil with an eraser

[linkfanpc]

History?

Yep, you got it.

[sMartins]

"The dwarfs and Snow White sit down for a bite.
How fast can you guess what she serves for her guests next?"

[Vaku]

A pair of translated Old English riddles:

A youth came along to where he knew
she stood in a corner. Forth he strode,
a vigorous young man, lifted up her own
dress with his hands, thrust under her girdle
something stiff as she stood there;
worked his will; both of them shook.
A thane hurried up, useful at times,
a capable servant; nonetheless he grew tired
from time to time, though strong at first,
weary with work. Beneath the girdle
there began to grow what often good men
love heartily and buy with money.

I’m a wonderful thing, a joy to women,
to neighbors useful. I injure no one
who lives in a village save only my slayer.
I stand up high and steep over the bed;
underneath I’m shaggy. Sometimes ventures
a young and handsome peasant’s daughter,
a maiden proud, to lay hold on me.
She seizes me, red, plunders my head,
fixes on me fast, feels straightway
what meeting me means when she thus approaches,
a curly-haired woman. Wet is that eye.