How did David go to jail?

　　Hello, my name is *David*. I am 14 years old, born in USA California. You might be wondering how did I end up in a prison at such a young age? Well here *is* the story! It all *begin* when I was 2 years old, my *parents* left me in a shelter. They treated me well until I was 7 years old. They start abusing me and not feeding me. I *was* always *getting* hungry especially smelling the fresh bread from the bakery down the road. One day I decided to go on a walk by myself to the bakery store down the road. I steal a piece of bread and I start eating it like I am never eaten in 20 years. Even though I still hungry, I was still satisfied. From that day *onwards* I start stealing a piece of bread every single day. Until one day a rich businessman caught me. He tells the store *owner*, and the store *owner* was furious. I promise him to not steal even again. The businessman asks me a question, why do I steal? I tell him the story of my life, he said to me, wow you must live a tough life young man. He felt bad and pity for me so he bought me a box of bread. I was so happy that day so I quickly ran back to the shelter. I tried to hide the box of bread away from everyone else but a worker of the shelter saw me smuggling some bread in. She * snatches* it out from my hand and looks inside the box, what is this she said? I didn't want to tell her but she told me if I didn't tell her, I would lose the privilege of the library. I was thinking into my head, *I'm* not going to tell her. It just books. I can go to the public library if I want to read. She got angrier with me every second. She confiscated the food that will last me a *whole* week. *Then* again I started *to* stealing again. This time from a different food market. I keep on stealing until I was 14 years old where I was sitting down on a bench. I was thinking into my head, what had I done; why do I make myself happy by making people mad and sad. I look around the city and there was a police station nearby. I ran to the police station and walk inside where 2 policemen ask me, hello young boy do you need any help? I said yes I need help. The policeman asked me well what do you need help for? I said I need help with my stealing addiction. Does the policeman look at me *feeling* confusing and says what? He sits me down and he said well young boy explain your story. I explain to him my life story. The policeman said I wish I could help you but I sorry, there *is* consequences with your action. I tell the policeman I get it now can you please put this handcuff on me. He put the handcuff on me and *started* the *confession* process. He took a mug shot, fingerprinting. While I sitting in the lobby waiting for the proses to be over. A policewoman walks in. She looks at me confused too. She asks the policeman, why is there a child with a handcuff? The policeman explains the story of my life to the policewoman. She tells me, *I'm so* sorry little boy. I said to her "is not your fault". My *confession* process is done. A policeman escorts me into a waiting facility. I sitting in a cell all alone and I was thinking into my head. What had I done all these years? It *was* 6 years now that I *had* been lock up at a juvenile detention facility. What have I learned from this experience? Well, something as small as a piece of bread can make it into some serious trouble.