My Military School Experience At Age Thirteen...

....This is a story about one of my past experiences when I was at the age of thirteen...I was tricked, more or less, by my family to attend Brown Military Academy located in Pacific Beach, California which is no longer there and the location on Garnett Avenue is now a shopping center--
I was sent there due to manipulation by my mother and grandmother--Another one of their attemps to permanently get rid of me and put me off onto someone else`s responsibility--
I only attended the school for six months and after that I could no longer stand it--But my family still tried to get me enrolled for another year--However, I got myself out of this horrible unjust situation and got myself back into public schools in Pomona simply by a maneuver which I had performed and my family (my mother and grandmother) most certainly hated me for doing it----
What I did was, I wrote a letter to the school saying that Frank doesn`t wish to return for another year-- I typed it out and signed my mother`s name to it...This all occurred in Pomona at my family`s house during the summer vacation period, you understand, and also thinking to myself, at the time, that maybe I was rid of my family`s idea of trying to force me to attend a military school...
The day before my family was going to forcibly return me to this school, I ran away to Los Angeles and my parents had the police out looking for me in Pomona--Keep in mind I was only thirteen years old at the time--
I had taken the bus to Los Angeles and was sleeping on the bus bench at the bus station when a security guard then took me to the back room and called the police-- Then the police found out where I was from and called my parents----
When my parents came for me I was actually in the jail at the police station in Los Angeles...
Then my mother and grandmother, along with my next door neighbor friend, Mike Holm, and my older brother`s friend, Cary Seldon, drove me back to Pomona ...
Upon reaching Pomona they first stopped off at the police station and the Pomona police sergeant then told me I had a choice of either going back to military school or to "Camp 5" which is actually reform school--
The next day my parents forced me to return to the school by getting my older brother to physically force me by pinning me to the floor with a hammer lock on my arm---
--My family then drove me down to San Diego in the family car with my brother (who was driving), a family friend, Helen Frey, my mother and my grandmother----
-- When we arrived at the military school the Director of Admissions, Major James H. Barham, advised that he had received this letter from, supposedly my mother, which I had actually sent, and he then asked me if I was the one who sent this letter and I said yes, so then he said, well, we don`t want anyone here who doesn`t want to be here and he refused to admit me---
Well, this really pissed my mother and grandmother off, to no end...
They still tried to talk me into enrolling into the military school for another year and even had me take a tour of the campus with them before they were forced to take me back to Pomona...
--So therefore it was only the letter which I had written to Major Barham which was the single maneuver that had saved me from another year of hell at this military school---But they (my family) eventually won in the end (another long story)---