My daughter was born in 1983, she was my second child my first being my son. All though I love my son dearly there was a special bond between my daughter and my self she was my whole world and i loved her with all my heart. She was a proper little tom boy all ways up to mischief, all though she was the youngest she would always stick up for her brother and family. My son was always happy staying at home doing his own thing not stacey, if she new i was going out it would be where you going dad and I am coming with you. we would go fishing together she loved that,I was A keen motorcyclist and would spend many weekends away at bike rally's or camping, stacey was always wanting to come with me at the age of ten or eleven she got her way, and when ever I went away stacey would be there on the back of my bike we spent many A weekend down in cornwall at bike meetings. We went to ireland for a week to a bike rally we traveled up to holyhead in north wales over night the weather was rotten and cold she never complained it was one big adventure. I rememeber taking photo's of stacey at the rally pretending she was drinking from a jack daniel's bottle and drinking a pint of lager, when we got home and her mother saw the photo's she was furious it was a long time before we let on that it was A wind up.