Kent Natho

Oxford High School

Class of 1995

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Kent Natho - Class of 1995 - Oxford High School

First Name	Kent
Last Name	Natho
Graduation Year	Class of 1995
Gender	Male
Hometown	Highland Park, Michigan
Relationship Status	Married
About Me	When a child is separated from his parents some people might think this to be a troubling thing to do to a child. The questions that some asked could be, why or what happened? Some may even think the parents are incapable of raising a child. In my case, it really was for my own good. I was growing up in a chaotic environment that was full of drugs, fighting, anti-social behavior and depression. I hated myself, even went as far as to contemplate suicide. My parents did the unthinkable; they turned me in to the state. I was considered incorrigible. What was to happen over the following years was inescapable. There was no way that I was able to know what was in store for me. Now being a ward of the court, fancy name for parents not involved anymore. According to the laws of our great state, minors are not exactly “free” to do what they want. Minors must go to school and listen to their parents. This is what I was guilty of. A status offence, not criminal was what got me hot water. There are of course the obvious infractions that apply to everyone, no fighting, stealing, destroying property and even possession of drugs. Somehow I managed to break just about every rule. Now all of my freedoms are gone. My new home has a name, A-North. It was dark, with the smell of confinement. A-North reminded me of walking in to a locker room. This is where the juveniles that aren’t convicted of a crime are housed. My living arrangements were less than glamorous. A small 12x12 room I shared with 3 other boys. Two sets of bunks spaced three feet apart, no privacy or comfort. Housed like animals in a barn. Locked doors are everywhere to keep us in. Days before my incarceration I was free, fighting, stealing, whatever I wanted. This was quite a shock to my senses. I grew to know more about the reasons why I was to live there. I was a six foot, two hundred twenty-five pound brick crap house of a child. Everywhere were signs of a grueling life, scars on my knuckles, face and chest. I had a chronic bloody nose, and I was deceivingly quiet. I suppose I was quite intimidating to just about everyone who was there. The officers didn’t even challenge me when I step out of line. I tried not to give them a reason to, and was more scared of them than they were of me. There were about twenty boys confined to a building with not much to do. There was very little to keep us occupied, so fights commonly broke out. Me on the other hand, I keep to myself as much as I could. I would read books, or draw pictures with a dull pencil. Many days I just sat and stared blankly out the iron bar covered window in the main hall. At times the wind would blow and howl between the bars. I lived for the day that we all could go outside and breathe the fresh air. *** if your i...(read more)