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2010, My younger brother was born, me and him grew up together for a passion of cars. Me and him would play with cars and my father would yell “QUIT PLAYING WITH YOUR TOYS AT THE TABLE!” We would play family, hide and seek, and video games together.

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In 2011 it was about 6:30 pm-ish, we were about to eat dinner when we heard tornado sirens and my Mom was at work. My Dad grabbed me, my older brother Lance, and my little brother Gabe, and took us to the bathroom. He went into our bedroom, grabbed our bicycle helmets, and put them on us. My dad ordered pizza and the pizza man arrived and stayed in our house. Our uncle brought his dog into the bathtub as well. The adults were in the kitchen trying to call my mom. The tornado got close to our neighborhood. A tree in the middle of our backyard fell over into the kitchen, nobody was hurt, but if it had fallen one foot to the left it would have gone right through the bathroom and killed me and my brothers and dog.

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My Mom would Bake often, she would make her homemade bread and she would let me help her. We would make the dough and let it rise then me and my brothers would punch the dough to pop out the air bubbles. then after about 4 hours of letting it rise and then popping the air bubbles we would cut the dough so that way it would fit into bread pans.

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I don't remember what triggered me explode but, I destroyed the classroom. I shoved bookshelves over, flipped tables, threw chairs, tore the circle time rug in half. I had broke a kids nose.

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I went to school in 2014 and was super excited that I could go to school with my older brother. I was excited to play with other kids, but I was also nervous about leaving home. I cried on the first day when I got to school because I missed my Mom.

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The summer of 2015 was not like any summer. I would wake up at 6:05 with the sun shining through the sheer curtain in my bedroom. The house is quiet as nobody is awake. Birds chirp and sing and the wind blows softly on the wind chimes outside the front porch. After everyone wakes up, I go outside to play with my RC excavator and start digging in the hole I dug up multiple times while I wait for my Mom to make pancakes. She calls out "COME EAT!," I would reply back, "Yes Ma'am, I'm coming!" I would eat then go play on the jungle gym and jump off the shed roof. I would ride my 4 wheeler with my friends and ride bikes with my brothers.

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I lived with my grandpa until I was in 3rd grade. We moved at the end of 2nd grade so my family could live on our own, and in 3rd grade, he passed away with Alzheimer's. He and I would tell jokes, watch the Andy Griffith Show, and watch old western cowboy movies. He and I love Circus Peanuts.

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I got in a fight with Mrs. Davis in 3rd grade. I don't remember exactly what made me angry, but it was at my home teacher, Mrs. Mowdy. She had Mrs. Davis try to escort me to her room to cool down and tell my mom what was happening. I grabbed her phone and broke it and Mrs. Davis got upset. She tried getting me to go out into the hallway away from everyone in the classroom. I punched and kicked Mrs. Davis in the face. She called the principal to come get me. He tried putting me into a restraint and I broke out and started sprinting into the cafeteria. He chased me around the school, then he grabbed a hold of me and put me into the special ed solitary confinement room. I tried punching the glass out, break the door down, I was unsuccessful. I finally cooled down then he took me to his office. He called the school resource officer, Mr. Hershey. He said that if I hit someone again I would go to jail. I was suspended, and it wasn't the last time.

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My Grandpa died on February 16, 2018. He and I loved watching NASCAR and NHRA when I went to the house to spend the weekend. He used to work as a mechanic on sports cars and stock cars. We would work on his truck when the races weren't on TV..

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It was spring break of 2019 everything was going well, until school was closed until the next school year. There was this global pandemic that closed many schools across the globe, one happened to be mine. Everywhere I had to go or chose to go I had to wear a mask. The air got dry and people became sick quickly. Many people died or got extremely ill. It wasn't pleasant to live through.

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I began playing the trombone a couple of week after Covid-19 started. When I went back to school in 6th grade I was one of the most outstanding players in the room. I became popular in band and became the "best trombone player" in the 6th grade. I played the music they made me play with my heart and soul. I loved playing my trombone. I would go home and practice for 2 hours every night. I became better and better, but I wasn't on medication until 7th grade so I had a lot of anxiety. I couldn't play my trombone in class without other people playing. I was nervous of messing up and then get laughed at because then I would think that I would lose the title "best trombone player."

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As I got better at trombone I was offered to play in Jazz in 7th grade. I said yes. About after a week of playing on the trombone I was offered to play the Saxophone in Jazz and still continue playing trombone in concert band, I said sure why not. I got better at the Saxophone but I wasn't as good at playing trombone. I thought that maybe I was doing something wrong, I would forget notes and finger positions for notes. I eventually got tired of sucking so I would play my saxophone more than my trombone. I would practice during the week on saxophone, then on the weekend I would play my trombone.

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I began wrestling because I wanted to be in more school functions. I won 4 matches out of 6 of them. I was going to Joplin at the time. And I lost to a Carthage kid and a Web City kid. Both of them were bigger than me. I quit wrestling because the people on the Joplin team were jerks to each other and would body shame other people. I didn't want to be around that kind of energy. I wanted to be a nice person. But when I quit, I was bullied a lot. I became a mean, cold-hearted person. It was an animal instinct as my therapist said it, I became that person because I was trying to "defend" myself. It didn't help it made things worse. People stopped being around me.

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I began Marching on a field this year. I had my first Marching performance at Carl Junction(CJ) Stadium. I was extremely nervous about messing up. I had a blast! It went quickly and I did pretty well. I will admit, I suck at marching. But when I was out on the field at CJ, My feet were in time, I got to my spots on time, and my toes were up at the right angle. It was awesome, I was thinking how am I doing this? Near the end of the performance, I left my bell up in the air and a couple of other people did as well but we weren't supposed to.