Was just my brother and I. We were living fairly decent with our mom. She had a job, vehicle, and she took good care of us in those days. I remember having a lot of fun in the summers, and awesome times at Christmas, and birthdays. We had everything kids could want. Nintendo, Sega, and other video games. My mother got mixed in with the wrong crowd of people and started using drugs and making bad decisions. We moved to Wichita everything was going well for about 6 months. We noticed our mom was not coming home. My mom got strung out on dope. My mother's boyfriend tried to kill her one night. He would take my mom into park bathrooms and beat her. On the night he was going to kill her she jumped out of the vehicle and luckily there was someone there to help her or she might not be alive today. My mother went to rehab and my brother and I went back to Pratt to live with our grandmother. My mother got out of rehab demanding us to Wichita with her. It happened again landing me in SRS custody.