I assume the day I was born was like any other day in the D.C. area. I wouldn't have known because I was a little busy being born. My mother probably doesn't remember it either, seeing as through she gave me up for adoption. My birth mother named me, Parker Brennan. She left me as soon as she could only telling the nurse that her name was bones. I guess you could say that's what got me into forensic anthropology, all because dear 'ol mom said her name was bones. Anyway, three weeks later, I was adopted by a lovely couple from Santa Barbra, so we left D.C. and went home to meet my only slightly old now step-brother. His name is Shawn spencer, there's also Gus. Well his full name in Burton Guster but we just call him Gus, well I call him Gus Gus, like the mouse on Cinderella, and Shawn just calls him weird names all the time. So I grew up learning how to notice things and getting into trouble with my two best (and only friends), Shawn and Gus. Well Gus turned out going and getting a job in pharmaceuticals, and I went off into college to fulfil my passion of crime solving and bones. Shawn, I don't know what he does, probably still scamming people into thinking that he's a psychic. So now I'm fresh out of college, going into grad school and starting my internship with the Jeffersonian. Oh yeah, last year I moved back to D.C. in order to get this job, study under doctor Brennan, and connect with my roots. I hope it goes well. Dr. Brennan won't be back for another week so I get to train under everyone else before her but I can't wait!