The night was a very cold and very scary stormy June 3RD in 1999. It's not normal for June to be this way, but Mother Nature decided she would make it hard for my mom to give birth. A stormy day in June is like seeing a Unicorn jumping on a rainbow. It was raining, the lightning cracked and the thunder boomed like the sound of a thousand lions’ roars. There was a flood that happened that day. It flooded Tillamook like the flood of Noah's Arc. My mom told me stories of the speeding car ride to the hospital at 11PM and how much HELL she had to go through to get to the hospital. She told me we’d visit the road she took to go to the hospital. “HELLS” road and told me the story of going to the hospital. My mom thought that I would live in Tillamook my whole life, but she was wrong. I couldn't take living in this HELLHOLE any longer than I had to. I moved back and forth between San Diego and Tillamook for many years as a teenager. I lived in Tillamook until I was ten. I then moved to San Diego,CA with my uncle Zach. I grew up with no dad, did time in jail, got tickets, MIP’s and even had a …show more content…
The dramas I was dealing with was family issues and money. I couldn't take living in my house so moving to San Diego with my uncle was the best option. If I didn't then I would've gotten into more trouble. I moved to San Diego because my brother and I couldn't deal with staying in the same house as our mom. My uncle lived in San Diego because he was stationed there. He was stationed in California because his Marine commander wanted him there and the college he wanted to go to was in San Diego. We lived on base with him for a couple years. There was a negative part of moving to California. I also had to leave my grandparents behind. Eventually we got sick of the crime so we moved back home because there was less crime and corruption in Tillamook. I also wanted to see my