The first two or three years i don't really remember. But I know i was so happy I would sit in the middle of that bench seat next to my dad, Im drinking my bug juice that he got me every day, and he would be drinking a route 44 of pepsi. Listening to the radio while back roading or going to work with him. In that electric blue 1977 chevy silverado k10. 

Then one day out of NOWHERE i had this new person come into my life. My mom gave birth to my little sister. Riley. After a little while my mom and dad started fighting a lot, we couldn't pay for the rent so we moved back into my grandma and grandpa's house that we built for them. We stayed there for a long time. After we moved in, we started finishing the basement so that my dad. Mom, my sister and me could live down there and still be a family.

My dad and my uncle have always had this bond since the day i was born nothing could tear it apart. We did every together to make every feel as normal as it could. With my mom being gone. The memories of my dad, my uncle and me those memories are irreplaceable. Like the first time they took me hunting. I was 6 years old. They took me turkey hunting i remember before they even took me hunting. In the afternoon when the sun was about to set we went out in the woods to put the turkeys to bed doing hoot owl calls so we could get an idea where there at and which one could possibly be the dominate turkey. So when opening day came we knew which one to go after. I remember hearing the gobbles of those turkeys they were so far away but it got my adrenaline pumping so hard. 

The morning came when my dad, uncle, and me woke up to go turkey hunting, it was probably about 2 hours before sun rise. So we could go to get some morning beverages from plaza gas, my dad got a route 44 pepsi, my uncle got a route 44 mountain dew, and i got a 32 oz of doctor pepper, then we headed out to the woods. When we got to the spot we were parking the truck my dad and uncle told me not to be loud and slam the door. So when i got out and ready we made a couple hen calls… then the dead silence of woods filled by gobbles. We started our way to the turkey we thought that was more dominant. We walked about a quarter mile and made another call we heard the one we were trying to go after. He was gobbling his head off, but the bad new is that he was still about 2 miles out. So we kept walking towards the bird. Me my dad and uncle got to the spot where we thought we could get the turkey that has been gobbling all morning long. We sat there for probably 5 minutes and there it was the bird we had been hunting i was so excited, that i was shaking so bad i got busted. The next thing i hear is a cluck and the bird went behind tree and it was gone.

I grew up in Ozark Missouri, the first place i lived i don't really remember but it was in a single wide trailer. And idk about my neighbors at this point. We started to build my grandparents house on larkspur dr. after we were done building their house. We moved to a rental house on w bengum and i kinda remember my neighbors at this house one couple was old and nice, and the other ones where nice but never really met. Then we were having hard times. And couldn't afford rent, so we moved in to my grandparents house that we built for them and we stayed there for about 8 years and it was where i grew up most of my childhood. We lived out in the country and we had every that i could have ever asked for. A great family, great neighbors everyone and everything was awesome.

Then once the economy crashed we had to sell every that we had and the house. So my dad mom, sister, and uncle, and I moved to a house at n14th ave for six years me and my sister had to share a room, my dad and mom had one room, and my uncle had his own, the neighbors were nice but weird, idk if it was because i moved to the city and every one was so close. The parents were so overprotective, so i couldn't really find any friends and once i did we never really hung out. Then we moved to a house in cobblefield estates, my next door neighbors that are an older couple are pretty cool i feel bad because of my loud truck but they don't seem mad about it. And the other one is a lonely old man, basically colcasac the nazi, but for short, a fucking dick head. He gripped the other day because im trying to fix my truck so i can have a vehicle again so i can get a better job. He bitches about everything.

Then later on about 3 years later me and him aren't best friends anymore because he was doing some shady shit when i was asleep. He went upstairs and crawled into bed with my sister and her friend and what i heard was that he got a little handsy with my sister and her friend.

 My activities i like to do to pass the time is spend time with my family and help them out. And also do manual labor work or weld i like to work with my hands and i dont mind getting dirty to get the job done. What passes the time best for me is working with my hands and something to keep my mind off things. Like engines, i like to work on them and build them. Idk what it is about engines but when i get started on working on them i cant stop working on them until they are done. I guess I like the challenge of it because you have to be good at math and know what is happening and what does what. Also i love working with my dad because there are things that i can still be taught and things i can teach him. And it's fun to know new things and to do them with my dad. And when something you've been waiting for and working on so long, to feel that accomplishment after when it is done there's no better feeling that you could feel. Knowing that it is done and it works. And you did it. That feels so good.

And sure she wasn't perfect but in reality who is prefect, no one we all have our ups and downs. She got better, she quit that stupid, highly addictive drug and she realized that she had to change not for her family but herself which makes me happy. Because she did it for her she didn't want to influence her kids, she wanted to keep us out of harm's way. And she got better for her, she wanted to see her kids again, she didn't just want to be apart of it, she wanted to be in our lives again. She wanted her family to be whole again. And so did my dad he did every he could to make our childhood the best he could when we didn't have our mom. My mom is one heck of a woman and if you think you can't get better well that's you telling yourself you can't. You are giving up on yourself when you don't think you don't have the will power. When in reality you do you have all the power in the world to make yourself better. Its if you actually want to change it for the better or not.

And my dad well he's taught me everything i know and he's taught me more than i could ask for. And when we were all weak and thought we had no hope he was there to just say we´ll get through it. There's nothing that will separate this family. And no matter what happened we would have to power through it and stand together and get through it together. When we thought this family was being torn apart it wasnt it was just making our family bond stronger and better for in the future. And if it wasn't for my dad's strength and my moms faith in god we wouldn't be family and i am so thankful for my life because it has made me who i am today and i couldn't have asked for a better life. 

 Life is full of ups and downs it's how you deal with the bad times and how you appreciate the good times. And when life knocks you down you get up and brush yourself off and never give up. There is no option to give up. And once you learn how to do that you'll be alright in life.

I body surfed all day long. And when the night came we went to high class places to eat. And after that we went night fishing. And every morning we went fishing for crabs for breakfast and nothing tastes so good. And the sunrise was so beautiful. Nothing like i had ever seen before. 

Then i was at club rodeo and me and him where just doing us. And me and Issac my best friend were working on making bad decisions at the club. then this absolutely drop dead gorgeous girl comes up to me and smacks me right in the chest. And says ¨I heard you're not a fuck boy and you have a good heart is that true?¨ and then i look at Issac and I'm just like what is happening right now. Then i look at her and say yeah lol. Then she held on tight to me for the rest of the time i was there. And i had to leave. About 2 or 3 days later we match on tender and we start talking. A couple days go by and then we started dating. And to be honest if it wasn't for her i don't know where i would be probably a deadbeat loser without a highschool diploma. When we met it made me pull my head out of my ass, and made me start thinking straight again. And we've been dating for over 5 months now, she's the most amazing person and she has and does more than i could ever ask for. I greatly appreciate everything big and little thing she has done for me. 

And now we have 15 days of high school left and all of that blowing school off and not doing what i was suppose to do is starting to bite me in the butt. And I'm trying to get everything caught up but i am very determined to graduate. Because i need this diploma so i can get a good job and good pay so i can accomplish everything i need to and want to do.

And as the years go by i will be saving up and having a good time. Spend as much time as i can with my family and buy my dad, and uncle new trucks because i put there trucks threw hell and back and get my mom her most desired car or her dream car. And same with the wife. I want everyone to be happy and i want them to feel good about the boy they raised and i want to make them proud. My future for the next ten years is going have to be nothing else than success and they are no room for errors. I have to move mountains to avoid being financially stress. Because you have to work hard to play hard.