Name: Baby R.J.
Age: 13, 14, 15, 16
Current Age: 16

I had never been a bedwetter and I was always easy to potty train. I 
had never ever had an accident. But then again, with my family you 
don't need to wet the bed to be back in diapers.

June 2003:

It was the last day of 7th grade and I wanted the day to end. I was 
walking the halls without a pass and an 8th grader walked up to me and 
asked for my pass, trying to be all tough. I ignored him and walked 
away. He chased after me and threw his fist at me. I took the blow and 
turned to face him. He threw another punch and I blocked it, and threw 
him into a locker. I then dealt vicious blows to his stomach. The V.P. 
saw me and stopped me.

I must have sat in his office for an hour and a half. My mom walked in 
the door with one of her " YOUR IN DEEP SHIT" looks.

Later that day:

My mom had dropped me off at my auntie Di's house and went to do some 
shopping. Di worked at my school so she obviously found out and scolded 
me, saying I was much dumber today than I ever had been. All I cared 
about was beating his face in. She said it wasn't me who started the 
fight, but I acted the wrong way in facing my problem. It figured, at 
the end of her lecture my mom walked in the door.

Later that night:

 y mom cooked us dinner and she said I could go on the computer for 20 
minutes. I checked my cell phone messages and placed my phone on its 
charger. She started to carry the paper bags into her room and then 
shut her door. She called her friend up, telling him she had a few 
things she needed set up. She asked if he could help and he said he 
would. (I was listening on speakerphone^_^) She hung up the phone and 
carried the crates up the stairs. I didn't care, they weren't for me, I 
thought.

He came over and set things up. It took about an hour. I was too busy 
watching the Red Sox game to care. They were playing the Yankee's and 
were winning. (So I was could have been in the middle of a nuclear war 
and not known) My mom called me from upstairs. I knew it was late. I 
said goodnight too my mom's friend Jane and went upstairs to get ready 
for bed. I walked into my room and literally crapped my pants.

My Room:

My room had been completely morphed. Instead of a bureau I had a 
changing table, a crib instead of a bed, etc.

to be continued...