Me in my pioneer garb. I was a volunteer re-enactor at the Paralympics up at Soldier Hollow. They didn't let me volunteer for the regular Olympics because of security issues.

Another picture of me at the airport. My brother Steven is to the right of me.

Me, again, at the airport with my friend Julie.

A family trip to New York City. This picture was taken at the cloisters, a freaking cool place. Rockefeller (the rich one) bought a whole bunch of parts of castles and whatnot from Europe. He then had this museum built, incorporating the doors, pillars, frames, ceilings, and everything else into the architecture. So it's kind of a museum in a museum. The pillars and arches in the picture are ancient. You can tell where the old stuff ends and the new stuff begins. From left to right: Heather, me, Steven, my dad, Katherine, and Melanie. By far my favorite P-Day location.

Us at Hill Cumorah. Back: Me, Katherine, Steven. Front: My dad, Heather, Melanie.

Us at the Brooklyn Bridge. From left: My dad, Melanie, Katherine, Steven, Heather, and me.

You're probably wondering what happened to my mom. She thinks that if she takes the pictures then she's immune to being photographed. I guess she's right, because I couldn't find a picture of her.