My dad left my mom when I was three years old so I can count probably on 2 hands the total number of times I've seen him. I lived with my mom, two older sisters, and my grandma. When I was 7 years old I ended up getting placed in foster care because of negligence. One night my mom left us home and we thought we were alone. Later we found out her boyfriend was upstairs sleeping, but my sister told someone at school we were all alone and so SRS was already called. After that, I was with my mom off and on, but it was pretty much downhill from there. My mom did crack, maybe shooting up some heroin (I found a needle but never knew for sure), lots of weed, shrooms, and she was always an alcoholic. My mom struggled to feed us, so she would steal to provide for us. I learned how to steal from my mom. I'm not proud of that, but that's how it was. I'd steal bikes, car stereos. My mom would be in and out of jail. She wasn't much of a mother figure.

I really didn't have much of a normal childhood. The thing I remember most is probably the violence. My dad drank a lot. I mostly remember my parents fighting and my dad beating up my mom. I can't think of as many things that were good. I lived several different places when I was a kid. For a while, we lived in the country, then we moved back into town. I had some good friends when we lived in town. I went to a lot of different schools, but I used to like school when I was younger. That's when I first started writing. I was always an outgoing person and got along with everybody. I don't go to school anymore though. I wasn't comfortable at the high school I was going to and I just didn't have any motivation to go to school anymore. Now I just work, but I plan to get my get my GED, then get CNA and LPN training, maybe even get my RN later and move in that direction. I like helping people. I like to talk to people and try to help them. I'd like to work with foster kids and young girls especially. I've been pregnant and had an abortion and I've been raped. So, there are a lot of things I want to help people with because I think it's easier to help people through something when you can relate to it. I want to do some things with that, even if I don't get paid for it.

My mom divorced my real dad when I wasn't born yet. She married my stepfather and he was very abusive to me and my older brother. He got sent to prison when I was 10. When I was 15 my mom met my younger siblings' father and he was very abusive too. That resulted in us being placed in foster care.

When I was growing up, it sucked... My dad was an alcoholic, he smoked pot, and he'd beat us. I lived in a big city. My neighborhood wasn't a really good place for children, there were drug addicts living across the street. Police were always down there.

I have an older brother and older sister. My dad was abusive to the whole family. He'd yell and hit you when he was drunk. He hit my head through the wall once. It was scary painful. My parents used to have big fights. He cheated on my mom. One night my mom was trying to protect my brother and my dad cracked her ribs. That scared me a lot. I wished my mom called the police but she didn't.

My parents got divorced when I was in Kindergarten. Before they got divorced, my life was pretty normal. My dad was always an alcoholic, but my mom was better before the divorce. After my parents got divorced, I was bouncing back and forth between my parents. My dad did construction work and had to travel a lot, so I didn't get to see him as much. My mom worked all the time and dated a lot, so she wasn't around very much. It was like nobody was really there for me. When I was younger, my parents fought physically and the police would get called a lot. My dad drank a lot all the time. He drank everyday; it was like he never stopped. It got to be really normal to see him drinking.

I was born in an inner city area in the Midwest. You could say I grew up in the ghetto. For the first part of my childhood, I lived in a housing project with my grandmother, my two brothers, and some of my cousins. It was very crowded in our small house and we didn't have much, but I was happy. I didn't realize that we were poor. When I lived with my grandmother, I would see my mother sometimes. She lived with us too, but she wasn't there very much. I would only see her a couple times a year. She spent most of her time on the streets, doing drugs. That was her home. My mom was addicted to crack cocaine and wasn't very involved with me or my brothers. She never saw me grow up because she was never around.

My mom was really young when she had me. I don't remember her being around much until I got older. My grandma and grandpa helped raise me. When I was young we always lived in big cities even though we moved around some. The neighbors right near our house were fine, but close by were some bad neighborhoods. There were always people outside. There were drug dealers and crack houses. My middle school was 3% white. The rest of the students were Hispanic or African-American. I'd say it was pretty rough school. There were always a lot of fights and drugs. My high school was pretty good. There was a magnet program within our high school so there were a lot of good kids that were bussed in. There were still gang fights though between different hoods.