I come from a small little town called Lindsay. I was born here and raised for 17 years now. Its a small town where everyone knows each other and everyone knows what goes on. Growing up I've seen my dad getting arrested and token down by the police. My mom and dad would always argue with each other because all my dad did was drink and drink. As a kid I would see my half brother and dad go at it with each other when me and my mom would try breaking them up. My dad would be in and out of jail plenty of times; I would visit him in jail as a kid. This is how i would really spend my childhood by seeing cops coming to my house looking for my dad because he would be on the run. In my community it has It's good side and bad side where you hear police sirens to ambulance sirens most of the time. Since it's a small town, people like to be noisy and want to know what happens. Having my dad in and out of jail caused him to get deported to mexico when I was in 8th grade; I can remember that moment like if it was yesterday. In my house I usually speak Spanish because both my parents came from Mexico. Knowing my father was deported for 5 years now, he wasn't here to lead me to a good path, I had to do it myself. Coming into high school was difficult for me because I didn't have no one to show me the good and bad besides my mom and brother. I'm the youngest out of 3 brothers. As a kid, my father would always tell me when I'm doing right or wrong but I really didn't listen to what he was saying. I started realizing everything once I was growing up and I thought back to that day and told myself, "he was right". I witnessed my father being pulled over at gun point as a kid all because they mistaken him for someone else. I think that's why growing up I really didn't care what I did and what happened around me; but also growing up it made me realize that I didn't want to be like my dad, I wanted to be better than him. I always pictured myself as a solider or becoming a police men. My mom has put up a lot with what I've done as a teenager. She would pick me up from the police station late at night and she would also put up with me being out in the streets late at night with a friend I grew up with that is now locked up for a year. My world as a child was a nightmare because most of the time I would hear my parents argue. I go to a school where their's different type of people that come from different types of worlds. In my family right now I play the man of the house since my dad is gone. It's just my mom and I; before It was 3 of us which my brother moved out to start his own family. The challenges I find in my community is that no one is really your friend. They smile in your face, but talk behind your back. Another challenge I find in my community is that people have to be themselves if they are trying to make it out this small town.