some terrible things happened when I was growing up. I can remember standing infront of my school till 8:30 pm because my parents forgot to come pick me up. My dad used to drop me off at school at 5:00 am and I would have to wait in the cold till school started three hours later. I had to walk to my christmas concerts and back, I was in grade three and I was walking home at ten at night. There where times when I woke up and when to my parents room and they just weren’t there, I would go check for there cars. No they just got up and left me in the middle of the night. I can vividly remember being locked in my room, getting slapped in the face and having my mouth taped shut as punishments. There where times when my parents didn’t even have time to make food or do laundry. Being as young as i was when that started I couldn’t do anything about it. None of this is going on anymore, but I still feel hurt. Do I really have the right to be angry anymore.