To start off, I Have Asperger's Syndrome... A Developmental Disability which is a form of Autism *a minor form I should let you know...but still enough to ruin my childhood*... I never got along with any children my age during my elementary/middle school years and I spent the majority of my time in detention or "Special" Ed...
Eventually I did something so incredibly stupid (I will under NO circumstances tell you what it was) That I wound up getting arrested... Everybody decided it just HAD to be poor parenting *my mother is a good person! my father left us however...I'd rather not go into details on the Divorce either* and sent me to a foster care program for 3 months with baptists... It didn't work... got arrested 3 more times and eventually they figures I must be stark raving mad!...so they sent me to a lock-down facility known as the Farm Home...
Don't let the name fool you...it's more like a prison if anything! For 3 miserable months of my life I was tormented by children who were most likely A LOT more deranged than I was...ate crappy food... and lived my life by a strict schedule where you made little...if any... free choices yourself. Thankfully I didn't have to spend my 14'th birthday there, I would be later adopted by my dads Mykey and Nick.
For 7 years I lived with them... At first it was a bit rocky, after all, I WAS a spoiled developmentally-impaired teenager (meaning I was even LESS mature than your AVERAGE spoiled teenager) But eventually I started to grow up (finally) and Mykey and Nick helped me with that!
I learned more in those 7 years than I did in my entire childhood *including things I was SUPPOSED to already know at that age X.X* and eventually... I grew into a admittedly immature but much less spoiled and civilized 21 year old... and legally had to move out of Mykey and Nick's house
... That doesn't mean they're not my parents anymore! I still call them quite often and I plan to visit them in April! (they moved to Iowa...Long story short...Homophobic Neighbors...)
Mykey and Nick were strict...VERY STRICT *don't mess with them man!
lol* but VERY VERY KIND!! I was technically their eldest... I have 2 more foster brothers *I don't think of them as foster brothers... I think of them as brothers* Named Johnny (7) and Marcus (11)... I won't tell their stories... It's not my right to say... But Mykey and Nick are saints and if it weren't for them... well... I'd be in the nuthouse right now rocking back and forth in a padded cell screaming bloody murder right now!! I owe them my life and nothing I could ever do could make up for what they did for me.
Well...that's basically my childhood in a nutshell... I'm sorry if it just seems like a bunch of angsty complaining and retarded rambling... But I did this just for 2 reasons... To get this off my chest... and so I'll never have to explain it in chat ever ever again!
Seriously!! Just look at it! It's a freaking novel! try typing that everyday!! XD