They had a fenced-in area about the size of a football field for the horses to run around, and if you did something wrong they would put you on the fence.
What this meant was that you had to sit all day in front of the fence, and scrub the rust off with a toothbrush!!
I never would have categorized my sister as an out of control teenager or a child with behavioral problems.
This could last for days and the only food you would get would be a bowl of white rice dry.
One time I was on the fence and I passed out from the sun.
She would tell me the sick stories of what these people made her do.
This place was not supposed to be a jail -- it was supposed to be a rehabilitating place for kids with depression problems, or kids that just were not doing too well in their situations at home.
I will never forget this time in my life because it was one of the most painful experiences my family has endured, especially Meagan.