'The next day I went to an amusement park with my aunt. We weren't thinking about the show, we weren't thinking about the show. We had no idea what the ratings were. It didn't occur to us that people had accutally seen my face on televison the night before. We were on our way to the roller coaster, when six thirteen-year-old girls ran up to and asked for my autograph *No lie*. I did an internal roundoff-back handspring-backflip for joy. "Sure!" I said, so hyperenthusiastically that I'm pretty sure I scared my very first fans (Who were taller than I was).

That was the moment when I realized that Hannah Montana wasn't just a new job I loved. There were people out there watching us. Real people, who recognized me on the street. I wasn't just Miley Cyrus anymore, I was carrying Miley Stewart and Hannah Montana around with me. It was weird. It was cool. I was twelwe.

-En bit ur Mileys bok 'Miles to go'.

Grattis Miley!