At age 12, I was a problem child. From setting my school on fire to stealing and racing cars, I did it. One day my mom had had enough. “That’s it!” she said, “I’ve had it! I’m sending you away! Pack up!” I couldn’t tell whether she was serious or not, but I packed. While on the way to a group home, with my clothes in the back seat of the car, my mom stopped to pick up her paycheck. “Don’t move,” she said as she got out of the car. Read more under the "About Sir" in the menu.