New Weapons for a Warrior

When I was a young boy growing up in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, I felt as if I were different. That feeling was intensified by being poor and being an American Indian. I was raised in a nonalcoholic household but the only thing that was missing was the alcohol. There was cursing, accusations, and big fights all the time. I could hardly wait until I was old enough to be on my own. My father, whom I now love dearly, tried his best with what he had. My mother, whom I also love dearly, just tried to survive.