It all began during the month of August of 1999. At the age of sixteen, I felt like a car driving on thin ice because I had no control over my decision making. My decision making
             capabilities were very slim because my parents were very strict on customs, rituals, and especially religion. I felt as if I was stranded on a miniature island in the pacific ocean because I didn't have the liberty and prosperity that I desired. My only figures of high authority were my parents, and by them not allowing me to have the freedom that I wanted, their mentality was to keep me
             indoors and away from the real world. Knowing that I was going to eventually go against my
             parents before I turned eighteen; I felt a sense of relief because I was tired of my parents pushing
             me to follow their customs and rituals by literally shoving it down my throat. This particular phase
             in my life was significant because I learned how to stand up for myself and it gave me confidence
             One reason for which I went against my parents was religion. My parents over stressed
             how important religion was and that I should always attend Sunday mass, even if I had to make a
             sacrifice; like miss a 10:00a.m Forty Niner football game. Attending church was mandatory for me
             and if there was a reason that I couldn't attend there had to be some sort undisputable evidence. I
             felt that there was no point to go to church because I would end up falling asleep or my butt
             would get sore. I always had in mind that my catholic religion was a big superstition and I always
             believed in the theory of evolution, but I never told my parents because they would be probably
             get offended. My parents enrolled me in first communion classes and confirmation without
             advising me, therefore I took the proper initiative by attending, but I chose not to participate in
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