My first year on the east coast was pretty tame. I had no friends and was going to a school that was miles away due to zoning. So I filled my time with church, riding my bike around town, and got into video games. I was doing fairly well in my first year of high …
After my sister’s death, I no longer had any fear of what I considered to be wrong or evil. I was still forced to go to church, but I no longer believed in any of it. I went to hang out with friends, and I finally saw that a large number of the other kids …
I grew up in a conservative Baptist home in southern California, the second youngest of 4 children. My earliest memories being of my parents as missionaries in Suriname, South America. My father, a pilot, was flying supplies in and out of the local jungles. When we returned to the states it was a typical childhood. …