I hope your shoulder has been freshly washed. (That's how my dad says I should start letters. Only he calls 'em "correspondence" cause he's a lawyer.)

My mom totally spied through all my stuff and took all of the best issues of Sergeant Quinn and the Violet Ladies, can you believe it! I mean, sure, there's that scene where the guy gets his eye punched through with a railroad spike, but c'mon. I'm mature enough to handle that.

Yesterday we went exploring in the condemned quarry over by Old Man McCarthy's farm. He got mad and yelled at us for trespassing, but we managed to grab a neat iron coin before we left.

Another!