It was like any other Friday at my house that night. I ate my dinner in a rush, ran into the living room afterward to watch television, and quickly fell asleep. My mom was always sure to wake me up around 7:30 or 8:00 and send me up to my room for the night . Usually I would go upstairs to sleep, but not on Friday nights. Friday nights were the nights when every teenager went out on the streets. Myself, being eleven years old and practically a teenager, was in the mindset that I was just as deserving to go out as any other kid. My parents did not agree with my philosophy so I had to give myself permission to go out of the house.