I lived in El Paso, Texas, until I was nine. It seemed most stayed inside to hide from demons lurking the streets. My family had our own demons, and it seemed we tried to keep them behind our closed doors and barred windows. Dad seemed to party too much with alcohol and drugs consisting mostly of heroin or, on a calm day, marijuana. In most cases I found safety in the high branches in the tree, in the front yard. But my true safe haven was school. I was never great at math or science, but it seemed that these subjects answered the simplest burning question “Why…?” It seemed that logical reasoning was my way to excel in school. So much that the principal found a grant to send me to a private school in Houston, where my talent would not be wasted. Unfortunately this was impossible still with the lack of money to sustain me in Houston, even with both of my parents working. …show more content…
I learned that here everyone went to church, drank in moderation, and welcomed company with an open door. Dad’s addictions were less problematic with the lack of heroin in Kansas. That being said, Dad had his fits, and both parents fought every now and then, but life became comfortable. I was baptized in the Catholic faith in fifth grade, and I enjoyed the caucasian side of my family. It was never apparent to me that college was such a big deal until I met my mom 's half-sister for the first time. Lee-Lee was going to Kansas University undecided. The weirdest part to me was she was single and not