My dad kidnapping me and taking me out for milkshakes and to the mall. It was going great until he got into a high speed police chase while high on heroin he bought at the mall.
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Élégie, NobodyKnowsMe, allesistgut and 3 others
My earliest memory is the day my youngest sister was born and I think I was over three years old, almost four. I remember staying at my grandparents' house. I also remember seeing my mom at the hospital afterwards but my dad was yelling at her about something.
Spending time with our first cat. There is a picture of that. I was probably 4 years old. WIth 5 the domestic violence and abuse started I have a lot of nightmarish memories of that.
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