So i'm here in the 360.. spending a wonderful day in the sun with the fam.. and I stumbled across a letter I had written to my Dad when he was in Jail dated June, 1, 2002 (This would make me 12)..

Dear Daddy,
Hi it's me your lovely daughter Claire. I haven't written to you in a long time. I LOVE YOU!
How have you been? I've been good. There are only 18 more days of school left. I am doing a big written research project on the South American Jaguar. I don't want to go with mommy. I want to stay with Mrs. D [my gaurdian]. She is so fun, and mommy still doesn't have it all together yet. I think that she has been drinking. Are you still a cook? HOw many push-ups can you do in a row? I can only do 50. Do you still eat raw eggs? How many miles do you run a day? Did I ever tell you that when I joined running club, I won a trophy in a relay race? Well I have..

And that's where it ends.. all alone without it's finishing counterpart. That's great.. if you know me and know how all over the place that I am then this should explain alot. And wow.. didn't know I was such an analytical child. Kinda makes sense.