There's alot involved in that question David. It wasn't entirely my decision though it was a result of decisions I made. My father had gone to prison when I was nine and he was a bastard, so there was no loss there. Well, when I was fifteen my mom started dating this guy and shortly after he moved in and decided he was gonna' be daddy. He was wrong. I saw rather quickly what the rest of my familly would begin to see in the coming years: basically that he was very much like my father. We argued constantly and violently.. This one day he kept pushing me (not physically) and wouldn't let me walk away from him. When I went to my room he came in and kept trying to "talk" to me. Well, after I ignored him for awhile he hit me in the back of the head and told me to get up. So I did. He proceeded to continue his argument with various inanimate objects such as chairs, tables...ummm a pitchfork. He got tired of arguing and went to the police. My mother went with him to press charges against me and I went to detention. After leaving various detention homes I went to job corps, but I didn't stay there long. I ran away. The cops brought me back, but i told the guy who ran the place I was just gonna' go again when he turned his back...and every time he did. He called my mother got the okay to send me home and I went for about a week. My mother's boyfriend and I simply couldn't get along at all. So I left. After that I never really stayed there for longer than a weeek. I'd go back to visit occasionally, but we always ended up fighting.
I don't really believe in regret. If I did I'd probably still say leaving home was the best thing possible given the situation.
RED SOX!!!!!
No, but I think I'd like to.