Personal Narrative: My Interest In Criminal Law

My interest in criminal law dates back to 1989, where I witnessed an incident that happened in my home in Santa Ana, California. From what I remember, one of the three teenagers threw a baseball size rock through our backyard sliding glass door. My father chased them down and got one of them by the ear. He took him in the house and dialed 911 for police assistance. The other two teenagers got the mother to the front door of my house. It was a chaotic scene, the mother of the offender frantically trying to get in, banging on the metal screen door and yelling, my father struggling to communicate with the emergency dispatcher while tightly holding the offender by the ear. I remember seeing the frustration on my father’s face. At age five, I made