"My dad is xxxx. Mom lives in Oregon. My sister and mom and dad live together. Mom stays at home. Dad is a drug and alcohol counselor with Native Americans in xxxx, with the xxx tribe. I’m here 10 years. I’m a measure 11 kid. Measure 11, that’s mandatory 60 months. I got into a fight while under the influence of drugs and alcohol. I was on probation. I saw a person from a different gang. I just attacked her. I was still drinking. I broke her arm, wrist, eye bones. She pressed charges. I was told to plead guilty rather than face charges of assault with a gang enhancement. I’ve been in here since I was 15. I grew up in the native ways, going to sundances, sweats, powwows. Then out of nowhere, I was hanging out with the wrong crowd, the wrong people. I was on probation from a MIP, then I was drinking, smoking weed, and I picked up the assault. I was 14 when it started. I was straight A’s in school, but I was pretty bored. So I started drinking and partying. My mom and my grandma both have diabetes. My mom was a user and both of them were alcoholics. My aunt uses and drinks all the time. From the start I knew I could have done better. When I was using or drinking, I wouldn’t care about the sacred ceremonies. They have sweats here once a week, in the yard. They have powwow too. Now I am back to my culture." -D.O., age 16