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My parents were way too damaged as people to effectively raise children. My mom had a head full of issues from her own awful youth and partied her way through the late 60's and up till the mid 70's. My Dad was a hard drinking workaholic with PTSD issues from service in Vietnam. By the time me and my sister were teens they had resulted to abuse as a default system of parenting.

I was on the street for six months and twelve days the first time. The second time was 93 days.

I didn't see it but a seventeen year old girl that was occasionally part of our group had her throat slit by her pimp/bf. My buddy discovered her body, seeing my first dead body by violence that young still sometimes keeps me awake at night.

The group I orginally traveled with we kept to a conventional day/night cycle. Sleeping during the day attracts cops and avoiding police attention is a huge part of being a homeless teen. I kept the conventional day/night schedule the entire time I was on the streets.

Never messed around with jumping trains and train yards. Train hobos tend to be very territorial and not overly friendly to runaway homeless teenagers. Also most railroads have their own police force and they are notoriously harsh when dealing with homeless tresspassers. I rode MARTA (the Atlanta area rapid transit) a lot.

Theft/shoplifting are shockingly common among homeless as is drugs and alcohol. Me personally I didn't steal/shoplift and didn't use drugs or alcohol. Unfortunately prostitution is very common, particularly among homeless teenage girls. I didn't see it but a teenage girl I knew had her throat slit by her pimp/boyfriend, a friend discovered her body.

I made a lot of friends along the way. Homeless teens tend to travel in a group for safety reasons. Unfortunately a good number of people I knew when I lived in streets weren't as lucky as me. Several are doing hard time and more then a few died. I'm lucky in my own way. There are about five of us who still keep in contact, we view ourselves as the lucky ones.

I've thought about van/truck life before or living on a sailboat. No way would I want to be homeless on the streets as a adult.

It was my racial and political beliefs that largely led to the dispute that originally got me kicked out of my home.

I'm not that religious at all but I believe that religion can be a powerful force for White Nationalism.

Ummmm, I don't eat a whole lot of ice cream but I enjoy the occasional cup of cookies and cream and some Italian Gelatos.

Thanks for the support

Yeah, sleeping outside tends to make you realize the seriousness of your situation really quick.

In my case me staying wasn't an option. My Dad kicked me out (illegally I might add) early in my junior year of HS, I was 16 at the time. He gave my thirty minutes to pack a bag and "get the fuck out of my house". My parents waited just over a month to report me as a runaway/missing teen to the cops. They only filed the police report because my Aunt's, Uncle's, and grandparents threatened to report them the CPS/DCFS.

The family drama (which I had no idea about at the time) added a whole other layer to the reason why my parents kicked me out.

I had some relatives who never gave up on me, they helped me rebuild my life when I was released from juvie.

The court systems refused to allow my other relatives (Aunt's. Uncle's, my grandparents) to take any sort of custody over me was a awful fucking choice. What sense does it make to send a 16/17 year old to shitty group homes filled with niggers and trailer trash instead of a real home filled with loving relatives.

The only saving grace about being sent to juvenile detention was the facility they sent me to was outside of Savannah in a relatively rural area. So again most of the other inmates were White and therefore I didn't really have to deal with a lot of violence at juvie.

I consider myself a survivor in a sense that I didn't let the experience completely destroy my life. Some of the other people I knew during that time frame weren't nearly as lucky as me. Some of them are dead, others are doing long term felony time, and a few are still homeless to this day. There's a group of five or six of us from that time frame that have (relatively) normal lives, we consider ourselves to the survivors.

Unfortunately it happened in the late 90's. I'm about in my mid forties these days. The state of Georgia has supposedly made leaps and bounds in the system, in the late 90's it was pretty bad.

Never said I was, I'm simply sharing my story and answering questions about my youth.