Chapter 5: Downfall

my acting out didn't occurr  in tell after my dad had left to Oklahoma. it all started one evening when someone that lived here named Liat had a family member come visit. the family member was her brother Avi. we were having a potluck at the village, however soon i grew bored of my plain food and went to run around. i don't know how it started, but for some reason Avi was play fighting with us (showing off his skills at martial arts). i would run at him trying to hit him and he would always just side step me, and i would run and fall. now me not to happy with my unsuccessful streak tried something new. i honestly don't remember what i exactly did, but it was obviously to much cause, Nathan another person that lives at dancing rabbit came and took me away from him and held me down for awhile in tell me mother came. she took me home immediately and grounded me, i believe for my fist time. i didn't think i did anything wrong, but i probably did especially cause these acts of violence occurred several other times.

          now nothing i say from this point on in the blog in tell i start to talk about my change am i proud of. in fact I'm gonna hate to admit to most of it, but i did promise you i would share openly, and i am trying to break my lying habit. when i think of the name sierra radford i think of two things, one is violence and the other is affection. you know how some people say "oh he is just mean to you cause he likes you"? well i took that a little too far, i don't even know if i liked her when i was mean to her but either way i was. she was a few years older then me so i don't think i hurt her to bad, but i would fight her when ever i saw her (for the most part). it got to the point where my mom wouldn't let me be around her, and i believe her mom might have even moved because of our interactions, but i don't know if that's accurate. but either way they don't live here anymore and they don't visit either. except one time after they left but i will talk about that later don't worry.

          so i guess i have changed myself around two times so far in my life. the first was right after all this happened. my mom had me talk to the police officer about juvy, she did counseling with me as well as having me do it with other people, and she had me talk to people that lived at dancing rabbit. but instead of using those resources i pulled knifes on them, i threatened them, yelled at them, cussed at them, ect... but finally after a few months of this foolishness my mom took me and maybe some other people in my family to South Carolina where my moms step mom lives. and when i came back it all stopped. all the acting out was gone and i stopped getting in trouble it was awesome! for awhile...