I understand that parents are there to protect you from harmful and scary things and to hold your hand though hard times, but where are they when you’re a little older and life throws you a curve ball? They don’t catch it for you, or even lift you up so you’re able to reach it, no, they just stand in the crowd cheering you on to give you encouragement. Yes, but that’s all they seem to do. All through my teenage years I thought that my parents were like some aliens from outer space, put here only for humiliating me whenever it was possible, and that was most of the time. But enough about them, the main thing is that they were supposed to protect me from harmful things, but they didn’t. The reason I am sitting here alone with Chuck is purely based on the fact that my life used to be better than this. One wrong turn lead to the next and before you know it eight years has past and although I have many material things to show for it, I have nothing of value.