Well I was a horrible kid growing up . When I was 12 years old me and one of my friends decided to steal her grandma's car and runaway. We both live in Missouri and got as far as Arkansas. We ended up in a couple of wrecks even a hit and run, only be the grace of God did we survive. The police finally caught up with us. We both went to some kind of bad kid facility. Then my mom picked me up and took me to juvenile detention. It was awful I hated it. The only thing I was allowed to read was the Bible. It really made me think not to long after that I changed my like completely and gave myself to God.