My name is Christopher Kang Jr., I’m twenty-one years old, and I was born and raised in Los Angeles, CA. I am still in the process of trying to fully understand all qualities I possess. Not only thinking, but also writing introspectively, which I have never done before, will maybe better help me have a full grasp of who I am. Let us start with my good qualities. I am/have: love, kindness, compassion, altruism, attentive, forgiving, loyalty, respect, faith in others, understanding, open-minded, thoughtful to others, flexible, empathy, modest, easy-going, able to give other people chances, tactful, sentimental, reasonable, discerning and appreciative. I am/have these poor qualities: timid, lazy, insecure, indecisive, care what other people think about me, guilty, ashamed about my past, awkward, nervous, doubtful, compulsive, embarrassed, forgetful, hesitant, doubtful, insipid, dependent, envious, limited, fearful of the future and pitiful. In the following paragraphs I will explain how people, events and forces have made me who I am today and how it has shaped the life I live. The people who have had the most influence on my life are my family, friends and mentors at several different troubled teen programs I have been sent to. My parents and sister since my birth have impacted my life the most and still continue to influence my present life. My parents, who are of Korean descent, immigrated to America in 1982. They gave birth to me 10 years later and instilled in me most of my good and poor qualities that make up who I am today. Through thick and thin my parents have always been there to support me in everything I did. They signed me up for every possible activity a kid can do growing up such as, swimming, basketball, soccer, kendo, tae kwon do, boy scouts, private tutoring and golf. When it came to toys I wanted I usually ended up getting it with a little bit of begging and persuasion. Signing me up for activities and giving me what I wanted was the best way my parents knew how to show love and affection to me. Outside of this they were always working. I do not recall any moment in my life where I really spent quality one on one time with either of my parents. They would tell me things most parents would tell their kids such as, “Don’t do this,” or, “Focus in school,” but never sat me down and talked to me about the issues of life. I saw them as people who were obliged to take care of me. I ended up feeling entitled and dependent. All this was a recipe for the hellsome years for my whole family including myself. I became very angry and destructive at home and in society. Any little thing would get me angry enough to start destroying property. Sometimes I would even start pestering someone at school or at church hoping that a fight would ensue. I remember in the 5th grade, our class went on a field trip to a park to play with water guns. I truly did not want to get wet that day. But of course things do not always go your way and you must experience the wrath of a brand new Super Soaker. I was as wet as a dog in a pool. My immediate solution to my wet madness was to pick up a Louisville Slugger baseball bat and whack my fellow classmate across the head. Fortunately, he did not die but suffered a huge gash on his head that required twenty-something stitches. I cried immediately and tried to aid him as much as possible. My reaction to what I did later in life showed me that I have a conscience and a sense of welfare for others.