Wow ok where do I start?  So I am 17 years old. I have three siblings two sisters and one brother.  I was born here in Minneapolis, Minnesota. I've lived here for about 10 years. when i was born my family moved to Chiapas, Mexico because my dad had been deported so were lived there till he got his green card which took like two years. When he received it my mom was pregnant with my little brother so when we moved back to MN my brother was shortly born here after and then we ended up moving to Colorado for a new job that he was offered. I don't really remember it that well but I do remember all the stupid thing that my sister and I would do. for example we would take my brother and put him in a stroller and walk him around our street. I remember one time we did this and the cops showed up. My sister and I ran so fast so that he wouldn't catch us, but he did he followed us to our house and told our dad. To be honest I had the best life! I was never sad (unless some one had taken my barbies) or anything. But it all changed in a blink of an eye. I know that sounds really depressing but it's true. My life went from 0-100 really quick. 

Okay so to start off I had something really traumatizing happen to me and if you want me to go more in depth I will but not right now. then we move from CO to MN that it self was a huge cange 

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