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// Bonus: Insert by Amber Dash (♫) 
// Story: The Autobiography of Scootaloo - A Diary Collection 
// by Tails_155 
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Hello, dear reader. My name is Amber Dash, I am the daughter of a wonderful mother and loving father. Upon the passing of my mother, I was willed her diary. She had it for most of her life, and filled it with entries of her everyday and her adventures. The text is slightly abridged to keep pace, removing only short common entries, but I assure you that you are only missing things such as "went to the store" and "nothing interesting happened today" or the most basic of mundanities. I assure you that I have left the early story of my mother as intact as possible. I want the world to know of how wonderful my mother was. Alas, due to the costs of publishing, I could only afford a certain length of book. I went until a certain point, and had to end. So I tried to cut to the big events later in life. I apologize I had to end where I did, but I am not wealthy.
I appreciate you taking the time to look into the life of a mare who was there for me in my hardest times. My mother lived a good life, all things considered, though she, like all of us, had her struggles along the way. Her story here begins when she was nine, coping with the struggles of losing her parents. I may have never been able to meet my grandparents, but I more pity that my mother lost them at so young. 
While there are likely stories lost to the silent years before her diary, I was thrilled to read about her capers seeking her cutie mark. Some of the stories within are hard to read, and some are joyful favorites. It was one thing for my mother to recount them to me from memory, but reading them from the mind of the struggling filly who encountered them is a whole different experience.
It's sad all things come to an end. I love my mother very much, even if she's not here physically, I have most of her life in one book. I hope as you read these pages, you can feel the presence of the passionate, go-getter filly and mare who filled these pages with her heart, her soul, her fears, her dreams, her ups and her downs. 
Without taking more time away from my mother, I will conclude with this. I miss you Mom, and wherever you are now, I hope you look down to me and see a mare that you would be proud of. See you again, someday.