Did you had a nice and good childhood?

I thought that I did. My parents always provided for us. We went on most of my father’s business trips to San Diego, Lake Tahoe and San Fran.

I didn’t find out until my 20s that my dad had a girlfriend on the side since I was three. That would explain all the pacing, smoking and drinking that my mom did throughout my childhood. Also why it was only my mom that went to all of my school activities.

It screwed me up. I just didn’t realize it until I as older.

My dad had an affair with my babysitter (who was also his boss’s daughter). My childhood was just peachy.~

It had its ups and downs. My father had a serious rage problem. We moved every few years, because of his job.

They were wounded, but they loved us.

Mine was, in a word, awful. I have spent every day of my motherhood trying to make sure my children don’t have the same experience.

No.

And like @augustlan, I have strived to end the legacy of dysfunction with myself and my son.

Mine was great.. despite some similar growing pains.

No.

This is a loaded subject for me, so I’ll leave it at that.

Absolutely not.

I was abused by my mother, tried to run away many of times thanks to being afraid. Was put in a mental hospital because she said I was rebelling when in all reality I just needed to get away. I have three siblings, none of which ever were abused in the way I was. Not verbally, not mentally, and certainly.. not physically.

We were poor and our childhood was filled with incidents that could only be properly labelled as crazy.

All things considered, I’d still say my childhood was pretty great. My parents always made me feel loved. And my older siblings were my fearless captains on endless journeys of imagination and fantastic discoveries.

It wasn’t awful, I just coped with things poorly making it awful on myself. My parents always provided the best they could, and always made sure my brother and I had what we wanted (we were not spoiled, but we never went without)
If childhood includes teenage years, then that was awful. But it wasn’t my parent’s fault at all.

I had a perfectly fine childhood until I was about fourteen – then my mom snapped and it all went downhill.

My aunt tells me she was always like that but I didn’t start to notice until about fourteen.

no, full of lies and betrayal