For so many years, I hated my life. As a little girl, I had a bad stuttering problem. It was very hard for me to communicate with others. And all I could do is cry and wonder, Why I talk this way? So as a child, I began stealing drinks from my mother's parties. I would sneak drinks from the ones who would leave their glasses lying around. It felt good. I tasted vodka and pop at my dads house for his birthday at age eleven.
Not long after than since, I was an alcoholic. I didnt go to school and started staying out late or not coming home. I became a wild child at the age of thirteen. I gave my mother a scare, when I met this 17-year-old boy. He became by running buddy (boyfriend), and that was the real beginning of my problems of running away and being gone for days.
Being a sixth grader who never saw the seventh grade and repeated the eighth grade twice, I couldn't wait until I didn't have to hide or cut class anymore. I was pregnant at nineteen. We left Chicago, and my baby and I began traveling ever since. My traveling was not good. We had to go through many hard times to finally learn to how to be still.