I grew up an average child when I was young. except my parents did a lot of drugs and we didn't always have a place to stay. I would always play with the people around my neighborhood. I would throw rocks at their cars every now and then but at the age of 2 what do you really know. On my third birthday, I was informed that I would be getting a little sister. 

When I was four my sisters had been a year old then and they were beautiful babies they were perfect angels they never did cry they just watched the doctors as they slipped out like glorious angels. But I couldn't help myself but love them and later on, I would learn to love them like my own. 

now you might think "you didn't have a bad childhood your life seems perfect." But thats just my introduction to my begging and how I started.

it was the year 2017 I was 11. My family and I had no choice but to move to Ozark, Missouri and thats where I have stayed the half of my life. I was outside playing games with the few friends I had made. when my dad pulled up and told me and my sisters to get in the car we would finally be going to our new house. 

I was sitting in the back so excited to go to my new house it would be amazing I thought to myself. I thought wrong we pulled up to a small little house me and my sisters and brother couldn't possibly live there it was so small. We started to walk in it smelled like paint fumes and toxic gases. I honestly wanted to puke. The way my room smelled was absolutely terrible did they really expect us to live there it was gross.

Me being the age I was had no choice so I had to manage. but just as things were getting to seem normal I heard yelling. it turned out my dad had been cheating on my mom and she had enough of it. She told my dad to leave our house I was frightened. I heard my mom scream I walked out the door and saw my dad holding my mom by her hair and dragging her. All I could say was "stop." my dad dropped my mom and told me to go back to my room. 

Later on, the cops had shown up to our door they walked in acting like they owned the place. my mom was sitting on the floor crying. I didn't realize it was Christmas morning until I saw our tree on the floor and all our presents and ornaments broke on the floor.

By then I quickly understood I needed to grow up.