It all started at the age of 5 years old in kindergarten. I wasn't the average kind of boy you expected me to be. I would have these rages that would scare people, including me. I would end up hurting someone else and also myself sometimes. I would yell obcenities at my mother. One thing that still puzzles me to this very day is that back then my mother was always my victim. I would get into fights with her, hitting her, spatting at her and other horrible things which I do regret. But that was long ago and now as a punishment to me, at least I think, my mother has an anuerysm. Over the las…
