Dear SnowBird

Thankyou for writing back to me. It is the frist time anyone has ever written to me, I feel happy to have someone write to me.

I am 12 and used to live on a farm with lots of horses. I liked to ride them but was also scared of them if they went to fast.

You dad sounds like my dad because nothing i ever do is good enough and he thinks i can always do more and achieve more, that why i started hiding - because i would not cope with NEVER being good enough. But that is a story for a sad day and tonight is a happy night because you wrote to me

I would LIKE to read some of your poems very much, so please let me read them. I bet they are really good and very special. What are they about are their any about cats. I like cats. I have two cats.

We have people who hurt themselves mostly by sharp things and hitting things, so we know all about that. I don't hurt myself but i do break things mostly by mistake but sometimes on purpose because no one will notice me and I just want to be noticed. No one understands this.

I have to go to bed now or I will be in trouble again. thankyou for being my friend and i will wait for you to let me read your poems.

night
Rosie