From an email I wrote:
Papa plays guitar. I took lessons after school from my
english teacher for a year, but I didn’t stick with
it.
Ok, so, story.
When I was a little little girl, I made up a song and
sang it to my mommy, and she loved it so much that it
made her so happy that she had to laugh with joy. But
I was just a little girl and didn’t know that you
could laugh with joy, so I thought she was laughing at
me. And so I never sang songs unless someone else (or
many someones) were singing with me or I was alone.
The end. 
I still make up songs. 
And hum random tunes to
myself. And cause I grew up with mom and dad singing &
playing music… I never actually learned to read
much, I just learn the tunes and sing them. Sometimes
I can even hum along with a song the first time I hear
it cause I just know what is going to come next.
Onion bagels are yummy, but not so good for the
breath.
Well for the record, I like hearing you sing. (Betcha didn’t think I was listening, eh?)
Even with onion bagel breath.
Nyo! *HUGGLES*