In 1989, my life changed. I went from the youngiest of three childern to the blacksheep of five. I struggled through my childhood tryng to find myself. Being a teenage runaway to a single mother. I learned the ways of the streets not by choice but be chance. Having been pushed to my limits many times. I started writting as a way to escape the reality that I faced. It took me 12 years to finally see the world. I decided to write my life in a story. You can determine what you wish. You may be thinking why is the title of Breeze Files spelt wrong. I did not mess up the Word Detective. I spelt it that that for a reason.