You know most families have a mom and a dad when they were born, not me. All I had was my mom. My mom was 20 when she had me, she wasn’t exactly “expecting me,” but hey I’m here. My dad, I found out when I got older, ran away when he found out he had a son. He didn’t come back until I was about two. My mom was ok but she was having a hard time being a single mom. She had her mom and dad, my Mimi and Papa, who were helping raise me, because it isn’t easy to raise a child and go to work too. My mimi babysat me. My dad came back though and all my mom wanted was for us to have a normal family. So she married my dad and thought every thing would be great. It was great for awhile.

My dad who had a good job, so did my mom, and I was a good boy (sorta), but when I hit three, my mom and dad would fight non-stop, and it was breaking my family. I grew up staying in my room and my dad was a huge paintball player and that was my thing to do in my room, play paintball with toy guns. I learned how to play at four year old. I would sit in my room non stop watching paintball movies and taught myself how to play paintball. It was my life in my room, going night without dinner watching “Spongebob.” I loved my mom and dad but they just scared me more, little by little, everyday.

I was about four and a half and my parents decided to finely split, I really wasn’t sad because I could sleep at night and not be scared of my mom and dad. My sister was born when I was four and a half, I was so happy I had a sister I believed with her, I could do anything and everything for her. I went and started living with my Mimi and Papa again, and I was ok. I still was broken, but I was getting myself back together again. My mom on the other hand was broken like crazy. All she wanted was to have a normal family, that’s all. No fighting, no biting. My dad went to college for dirt bike mechanic because I race them and my bikes keep on breaking so he wanted to got a degree. He said,” I know its all the way down in Florida, but its only two years not that long.” Well, the thing is there was one right here in Wisconsin not too far from southern Wisconsin, where I live. Yet he still moved to Florida away for his son and daughter.

My mom was still looking for someone she could make a family with and she found a guy. He seemed nice, they dated for a while and then got engaged. I was surprised, but sorta happy till I met the real him, a big jerk! All he did was hurt me. He stole my things, broke my brand new acoustic guitar and my rc car, and he never gave one penny back but my mom didn’t care. He drank and did drugs and my mom had a lot of stress in life so she started drinking and using drugs. Soon after that I was a mess, because I found out and it broke me even more. My best friend Randy (but today we call each other brothers) he sorta took me in like a lost puppy. I use to run away to his house at night and live there. We made a lot of good memories together. We lived what you called the street life, running out of the house at night, going to the park and riding our bikes all night long. We would buy boat loads of candy and eat it in one night. I almost found a home for me and my sister (she would hang out with his mom). After a while, my mom’s fiance started abusing me physically and verbally. He gave me a concussion in a water balloon fight and I was out cold. I never really liked him, but now I hated him. My mom was so stressed she took it out on me and my sister. She would drink till the morning; do drugs at night. All of that she did she said that it was my fault because I couldn’t suck it up and deal with it, and that’s when I was broken, those words killed me. Randy moved and I had no one just me and my sister. My grades were dropping, I was dropping. Being late for school was not helping. I felt like a broken plate trying to be fixed, but never could be. I felt like crap, my mom lost her mind, my sister was having nightmares and I was too. I got a phone and called my Mimi and Papa, they tried to take us home with them but my mom thought they were kidnapping me, so she called the cops. A few days later my mom was drinking and driving, had drugs, and when the cop came out she thought he was some stranger; she pulled a gun on him, and click-clack-boom she was in jail. I was sad to see that happen but I was happy she was getting help plus me and my sister would be safe with my Mimi and Papa.

For some reason though, I could not sleep I was having nightmares when I did. I went to a person to help me and I found out I was never going to be completely ok. Now, though, I’m 13 and doing okay. I’m standing on my feet doing good in school. I running and biking and doing a lot of exercise getting myself ready for life. I run but I fall but it won't bring me down. I get back up and keep going. I have ADD and ADHD but they don’t slow me down, they make me stronger. They build me because they are part of me. Once upon a time was broken but now, in time, I’m getting fixed. I once was a broken doll but know I'm a happy puppet.