This is my daily diary … for the public and Family. I’m going to send this to one person in the family and to the public. Each line was talking to different family members. I’m not going to fix any punctuation and grammar error or spelling. Because, life is a *collection of our *triumph, *errors*, and *victories. I could fix them but what's the point. This is My version of the * = The words that I didn’t know how to spell at the time. () = sometimes me talking to myself or you the reader. Day 1. I’m here trying to figure out the part of my like when I first lost myself. Was it the first time I ever stole something from the store or when I took that person game from my Uncle (I took out his Name) neighbor house. My earliest memory of my childhood is when I stole a Yo-yo from the story. Ask me why, because “I Can” even till now I still have that same beilfere. I’m trying to figure if that’s so wrong. Why can’t I do what’s best for myself even though other may n