I was only twelve and i had to fend for myself. Everyday I worked at a Sawmill, not leagally of course seeing as how young I was. My parents were so far in debt that
they had resorted to stealing and were thrown in the county jail. This left me all alone and miserable. I was forced to live on the streets because my pay was only enough to keep me fed.
While working at the Sawmill i did meet a boy named Bob Fagin. He was in the same predicament as I was, except his parents were in jail for a different reason. I took
a liking to him and we became friends. We often talked about what we would do when we became older. Having someone to talk to greatly helped me throughout my ever-growing troubles.
Every Sunday I would go see my father in jail. He never seemed to ask how i was doing all by myself. This made everything worse, for it seemed he did not care. Now that I think
back no one other than I knew just how much i was suffering. I never told anyone else about my predicament.
One day at the Sawmill I suffered an attack from my old disorder. Bob Fagin made me a temporary bed, for I was i\n terrible pain. When the pain finally died away I attempted to
head back home, but he would not let me. He insisted that I stay with him until I was sure that I felt better. I was too proud to allow him to do so and I had him walk me to a house in which I
said was mine.
On one afternoon my father recieved a letter. All I knew about the letter is that it was from a relative of mine. I was also pretty sure that the letter had to do with me. Many of these
letters were sent back and forth. Every one of them left my father with a scowl.
Before I knew it I was being sent to live with a relative of mine. I was to go back to school. One thing that upset me as that my mother seemed to like this fact. She didnt seem to care
that I wouldnt see her or my father for quite some time.
And so ends the story of worst part of my life. Word of this has never before been spoken to any one else. My mother and father have never spoken a word of this with me either
of my predicament as if it never happened. I have often come upon the Sawmill where I used to work and have avidly found a new route to take, for I never want to be reminded of that part of
my life, ever, again.