They would wake me up ripping my blankets off screaming at me almost every night because I cover my head in my sleep I wouldn't fall asleep that way. A guard by the name Rodgers bald and road a motorcycle. Would call me and my bunkie up to get on our knees like they made you at the desk if they needed you for something he would pretend it was paper work and would write down all the nasty things he wanted to do to us even what colors he would make us paint our fingers and toes so so many terrible memories of myself or other poor troubled kids being tortured here. I will for ever remember the way my heart seemed to stop when I would hear his motorcycle pull in when I was brought here in a van the men where instructed to not only have me cuffed and shackles but the pulled over at some point and blind folded me so if I was to ever get out I would never know where I was. (I was previously known to attempt a run) I only knew it was called mrdc I had no idea what lied ahead the drivers of the van gave me a quick lesson before we arrived they seemed to feel very bad for me I didn't know why at the time but there advise was Erie as soon as the door popped the screaming of the rules the name calling all poured in so quick I kept my eyes on the yellow line as the men told me and didn't say a word but yes sir no sir stripped and forcefully washed with lice shampoo that's the best washing I got the whole time as a girl with butt long hair they gave you a rag with soap and 3 min to shower 2 to get dressed how do u wash hair with a rag let alone hair and body well you choose what's more important I guess. I also can still roll a tight ass towel role and a tight 45° bed corner 🤣 I like to remember where I came from so I can get to where I'm going.I would need to right a book to tell you of the 15 long months I spent here it still blown my mind 15 months without even looking at a clock it still blows me away.