I remember living in an orphanage. That is the only home I knew at the time.

My early years were rough. I was shot in the back by my father when he was drunk.

One memory was really not easy at all. I remember I was asleep in the room in the orphanage. There was a loud knocking on the floor, then the light went on. Four policewomen came into the room. They said we must leave the orphanage. The policewomen said we were going for a long holiday.

The best time was when I came to Carlton Contact to learn to write and spell because I had not been to school at all.