My name is Sienna Raine Johnson and I was born as a shocking premature baby of 3 months early. I was born October 30th, 1999 in Colorado after my older sister.
At the age of two, my parents divorced and my sister and I spent the majority of our time with our mom. We were constantly moving. We moved from Colorado to Pennsylvania to Florida to South Carolina and back to Colorado where I've grown up since 5th grade. I grew up with a lot of pain in the homes I've lived in but things took a turn for the better when I started to settle down in the home I lived in South Carolina. I was 5 when we moved there and it was a perfect life for the 3 of us. The family dynamic at my dad's changed suddenly when my dad married my step mom who had 2 kids of her own and that really hurt me. We would visit him in Colorado during the summers but overall my sister and I were living a good life for a kid. As a child I was extremely happy and creative all the time. I began drawing at age 6 and playing guitar and piano at age 7. I wrote stories a lot and never stopped talking, I was always full of energy. But my childhood turned sour when I was 9 as we packed up our life and moved to Colorado where our dad was.
After we moved, things were just really difficult. I was angry because I didn't have the "normal" family and I was always getting shuffled around between my mom's and dad's. At age 10 my dad gave me my first drum set to help me let out my frustration and express myself. Punk rock and hardcore music and art was the perfect expression for me. I spent all my time playing guitar, drumming, writing, and drawing and painting.
In 7th and 8th grade I won multiple awards for art and writing. I began getting rebellious though and got kicked out of my dad's house in 7th grade. I went to stay with my mom and still enjoyed rebelling and going against what I was told. I wanted to be independent and do things on my own. I invested most of my time and energy into writing, music, and art. That's all I wanted to do. Soon my mom couldn't handle me anymore and I was sent to live with my grandparents for 2 months. I went back to my mom's and still struggled. I was then sent to my dad's who I only stayed with for 1 week and back to my mom's. Finally, I ended up staying there with my mom and currently am staying with her. I still put all my time and energy into the things I enjoy most and hope to be the best I can be.
At the age of two, my parents divorced and my sister and I spent the majority of our time with our mom. We were constantly moving. We moved from Colorado to Pennsylvania to Florida to South Carolina and back to Colorado where I've grown up since 5th grade. I grew up with a lot of pain in the homes I've lived in but things took a turn for the better when I started to settle down in the home I lived in South Carolina. I was 5 when we moved there and it was a perfect life for the 3 of us. The family dynamic at my dad's changed suddenly when my dad married my step mom who had 2 kids of her own and that really hurt me. We would visit him in Colorado during the summers but overall my sister and I were living a good life for a kid. As a child I was extremely happy and creative all the time. I began drawing at age 6 and playing guitar and piano at age 7. I wrote stories a lot and never stopped talking, I was always full of energy. But my childhood turned sour when I was 9 as we packed up our life and moved to Colorado where our dad was.
After we moved, things were just really difficult. I was angry because I didn't have the "normal" family and I was always getting shuffled around between my mom's and dad's. At age 10 my dad gave me my first drum set to help me let out my frustration and express myself. Punk rock and hardcore music and art was the perfect expression for me. I spent all my time playing guitar, drumming, writing, and drawing and painting.
In 7th and 8th grade I won multiple awards for art and writing. I began getting rebellious though and got kicked out of my dad's house in 7th grade. I went to stay with my mom and still enjoyed rebelling and going against what I was told. I wanted to be independent and do things on my own. I invested most of my time and energy into writing, music, and art. That's all I wanted to do. Soon my mom couldn't handle me anymore and I was sent to live with my grandparents for 2 months. I went back to my mom's and still struggled. I was then sent to my dad's who I only stayed with for 1 week and back to my mom's. Finally, I ended up staying there with my mom and currently am staying with her. I still put all my time and energy into the things I enjoy most and hope to be the best I can be.