I would describe my childhood as "hard knock." My dad was the worse the kind of husband to my mother, and completely neglected my brother and I, but my mom was a soldier. She can take a direct hit and keep tickin'. We laughed a lot and that made the worse days...okay. I always had a lot of friends, was rewarded when I excelled in something, slept peacefully when I knew my dad wasn't coming home and I could tell that my mom was at peace.

Childhood was cool. How about that other than happy or unhappy? It's too difficult of a time to just place in the happy or unhappy box, for me at least. I wouldn't do it again if that says anything.