After a while I got tired of going to a Christian School, so I ran away from home because my dad wouldn’t listen to anything that I had to say. He was determined to force me to go to a Christian School and I refused. I left for the city for the summer and I got into a lot of trouble with drugs and alcohol. My parents later found me and brought me home. I told them that I wanted to go to a regular high school, and my dad finally let me. I decided to go to Martensville High, and I got to know a lot of people. That is where I started to play basketball. I wasn’t very good at it, so I didn’t play it for long. I quit for a bit but they called me back for the final games, and we won. I continued at Martensville High until Grade Eleven.

My parents divorced when I was about seventeen. I had to move to the city with my mom. I refused to go to a city school, so I worked off and on. My mom and I supported each other.

When I was eighteen, I started to talk to my best friend Curt again. We had known each other since I was about 15 or 16. When I moved to the city, we eventually lost contact. We ran into each other again so we started to hang out a lot together again and decided to date and then we moved in together. Curt and I talked and decided to have a child together. We got married when I was 20 and had a beautiful boy named Jordan. Curt became abusive, so I finally got up the courage and divorced him at 24.