Growing up. Growing hard.

When i was about ten i remember wanting to get away from my family, i was always out of the house as much as possible. Family outings were picking fruit or flowers for my dads homebrew, which he drank or gave to his friends. I remember growing up in extreme poverty, meals were watery potato dishes or pies homemade by my mum filled with potato. I just stopped eating as the food was awful, and i was depressed as my dad kept punching and kicking me...i can't remember why he did it. This is the main reason why i have never drunk alcohol since i had my own kids. Anyway being a teen was rubbish at home.