I was born August 27, 1984. In 1988 we were on our way to my uncle Jessie’s house when I scratched my leg on a broken windsheild handle. I didn’t notice tell I go to my uncle’s house. In 1989 I came to Iowa to live with my grandma. She sent me to a Central Catholic school, there I started 1st grade. Then in 1991 my uncle died in a car accident. Just following my uncle’s death, in 1992, my grandma’s best friend died of cancer. This was a long hard time for my family and I. We all grieved in different ways. In 1994 my dad and his friend were in trouble. My dad had shot at a man after this man shot at his house. At that same moment,that he had shot at my father’s house,my two cousins were sleeping in a tent in the yard. After my dad shot at this man he’s friend and him fled to Minneapolis. This is were then my dad’s friend, Guy Baker, shot and killed two police officer and a police dog. My dad moved to Minnesota while I lived with my mom. She had moved back to Iowa. When I was 11 I went to go visit him. I think it was 1995. I will never forget that day. That day when I was eating supper with my dad, he lived with my great aunt and second cousin, a man robbed the house. He pointed a gun in my face. With out knowing at the time he had killed my great aunt’s boyfriend. He was later caught and found innocent of murder. Then in 1996 my dad and uncle, Jonathen, were attacked by Billy Foster. My uncle almost died due to a cut recieved on the back of his neck. My dad recieved a stab wound through the hand. Then the most up to date thing my dad got into a fight with Jamie Havig. My dad is now facing charges of rioting and bodly harm to another. Due to the fact that he bit of the guy’s ear. This is my wonderful history leaving out a couple of highlights.