When I was little, I had two recurring dreams. Both happened after we moved to Beckley.

1. A naked female ghost sang to me in words I cannot understand in a ghost forest.

2. I had a twin brother and we had a goose and were taking it inside and he held it upside down and accidentally strangled it. I woke up in a panic everytime.

Once, in my house in Cool Ridge (which was shared with a fading-in-and-out little boy that I never feared who asked me to come play games he'd teach me whenever I was in my parents room), I stood on my bed and called for my mom. My dad came in and asked what was wrong and I told him I had to use the bathroom. He said, "Well, go!" And I did. That was the only time I ever thought something was under my bed and since dad was there, it would stay under there forever and never try to get me because it knew my strong dad would come if I called.

I had sleep apnia until 2006. My dad had himself trained to hear the stopping of my breathing when I was a baby in a crib. He would immediately wake up and blow on my face and get me started again. After that, my body started it again by itself. Sometimes, during naps, Luke would blow on my face. I thought it completely stopped until February when my friend Kayla and I went to a concert and stayed at some hotel and she said I stopped breathing and scared her.

I like getting the sleep out of my eyes; it is kind of poetic and I can't really explain it to you.

I love walking up steps with my cat. She makes such a huge deal out of it. She MUST be the first one up and meet me with her strange sideways-crab-jump -attack at the top.

I love when my cat pretends to attack me. She's never hurt me.

If I could change one thing about my body, it would probably be fat content. If that is absolutely out of the question, I would want to change how dry my skin is. Nothing is more disgusting than feeling your feet catch on carpet. Ick. Sorry.

I like to stretch my ears but I worry that I'll end up with monkey ears like my uncle Gene every time I do it.

I think birds and fish are perfect.

I believed my dad when he told me the long scars on his shoulder were from wresting a bear. And winning. I still believe him, I think.