Hello, my name is Zack, I am a Canadian boy ( whose mother was African-American and whose father was Jewish) in high school and I am 17 years old. The part of my life I thought was most exciting was when I was going to Mississippi to visit my grandfather, while I was driving there, I felt tired so I decided to find a space to park and just sleep for the rest of the night. Thats what I thought until two people were banging on the truck telling me to come out, I thought they were here to rob me so I grabbed a pocket knife and got ready to defend myself. Suddenly, there was a click and then a bright light was shinning in my eyes and then they told me to put down the knife because they were police, I did as they told and got out of the truck when one of them slammed me against my own truck and handcuffed me. The other one went in my truck and searched for awhile and then told the cop that was holding me that there was nothing so he let me go, he told me that this place was full of dangerous people like theives. By the time he let me go, I was already all brused up and I thought that the police here were very cruel, so I drove off.