So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.

I would give someone a record so they could love the record, not so they would always know that I gave it to them.

As much as I feel sad, I think that not knowing is what really bothers me.

I walked over to the hill where we used to go and sled. There were a lot of little kids there. I watched them flying. Doing jumps and having races. And I thought that all those little kids are going to grow up someday. And all of those little kids are going to do the things that we do. And they will all kiss someone someday. But for now, sledding is enough. I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isn't.

Despite everything my mom and doctor and dad have said to me about blame, I can't stop thinking what I know. And I know that my aunt Helen would still be alive today if she just bought me one present like everybody else. She would be alive if I were born on a day that didn't snow.

My sister was the one who told me where babies come from. My sister was also the one who laughed when I immediately asked her where babies go to.

I couldn't believe Sam actually got me a present because i honestly thought the "I love you" was it.