Growing up, the boy was afraid of nothing. He had no worries, no cares, and nothing mattered in the entire world except his family. As he got older though, things began to change. He realized his family was dying at the age of 6 when his grandfather passed away. 
     He began to look towards the sky at night and question the world around him," Why is he dead. What did he do that could be so wrong?" As he grew older, and more family passed away each year he turned to violence for his answers. He realized at a young age that punching things felt good, it made his anger lessen. 
    Soon he found out, that this wasn't his only option. He then found a better tool then his simple hitting things and shouting at people. A pen and paper was given to him in the 5th grade and he was asked to write. When he amazed his entire class and teacher he knew he had found something he liked to do. 
  This boy found out he could express himself without the need of hurting himself or other people. Today this young man is 18 years of age. He has developed his own way of writing, and shares them with his friends. This young man is me, and I hope you will enjoy my later writes .