When I was young I didn't have a great childhood. Ya I had a sister that loved me and 2 older brothers that loved me, but my parents were always fighting. When they would fight my sister would pick me up and take me to my brothers room and the 4 of us would play till they were done fighting. But one day it got way out of hand. I was 4 at the time, and it was Christmas morning. I was the last one to wake up and to no surprise my parents were fighting, my sister was just trying to keep me back, but I was small enough so I got through. I had no idea yet that they were fighting, that's when I got out there my mom threw a glass toward my dad and luckily she missed, my sister picked me up and like always took me to my brothers room to keep me safe.
