Hi! My name is Jane, and I LOVE writing, reading, drawing, and dancing!

Now, since I don't know what else to say, I'll tell you the story behind my pen name: Janey's Tree. (Well, I changed my username to Covert Agent Janey. Soooo this is kinda irrelevant, but it's a pretty interesting story, anyway XP)

Well, when I was six, my Uncle Dan would always take me to this cute little playground near his house. I only got to visit him about once every holiday(he lived in England, I live in America). So, it was...I think sometime during Summer Vacation. My mom, dad, big brother, and I were staying at my grandma's house. Soooo, when they dropped me off at Uncle Dan's, the first thing he did was tell me about the park. He said it was the most amazing place in the world, with the best slide that made it feel like you were flying down a waterfall. I didn't especially like this description, but I went along anyway. We went there, and I immediately ran towards the slide. Compared to my small body, that thing was HUGE. I climbed up(after Uncle Dan gave me enough courage to), and prepared myself for the ride down.

It was so exhilirating. Believe me, even now, I would love it.

So, after we played around on the slide and swings, we had a picnic right under this really cool tree. It shaded over us like a giant umbrella. It's shaggy branches fooled with my hair and got into my face, but I liked it. It was like one giant tickle. We had a long, nice, thoughtful picnic where we talked about anything and everything. Trust me, I was a very talkative child. Uncle Dan just intentively listened, and didn't interrupt me once. I appreciated that. Back home, being the youngest got me NO WHERE. I felt that no one cared about what I had to say. But not Uncle Dan. No, he was the best.

For a few more years to come, every single time I would go to England, I would beg my mom to take me to Uncle Dan's house. Sometimes, she seemed a bit reluctant, but she always gave in. Every time, Uncle Dan and I would just have the best talks and delicious lunches.

Then, one year, when I was 11, my mom got a phone call the day before we were going off to England for another vacation. I was so excited for our next talk under the tree. But then, I heard my mother's cry. She looked at me with her eyes glistening with tears, and shook her head. I asked what was wrong, almost on the verge of tears myself. And then she told me.

Uncle Dan had died in a car crash. He was going to the grocery store, most likely getting our special picnic lunch, and a larger van had rammed into his small car, forcing him headfirst into the car in front of him.

I fell apart. I just couldn't take it. I cried for the rest of the day, and a little bit when we were on the plane.

We went to the funeral, which was two weeks later. I couldn't take seeing my big Uncle Dan, so strong and kind, gone and weak.

After that, I told my mom to drive me to the park. When we got there, I ran to the tree, and set up the green blanket that I would have put there if Uncle Dan and I had done our picnic. I layed down and just thought. I remembered the conversations, the jokes, the food, and I pretty much hear Uncle Dan's voice in my head saying "Come on, it's time for us to go to your tree; Janey's tree."

Daniel Arbourg 1974-2006

Alright, I'm not usually THAT angsty, trust me. I'm a bubbly tub of fun! Yeah, sure, let's go with that.

I can sort of speak French, Italian, and German. I love foreign things!

I also love foreign food! You just HAVE to go to Hibachi's Grill. It's the home to every single UBER delicious Asian food around! I've never eaten so much sushi in one day!

I also love French crepes! But, that's kinda where my taste for foreign food stops!

Uh, I have nothing else to say! ...For now...

Yeah!!!