My first vivid memory was of the time I was in a waiting room at the court house, as my parents were getting divorced. I was playing with a yellow plastic bus, I didn't understand what was happening. I grew up in a trailer, I remember my dad taking a red bunk bed apart in my sister and my bedroom.
My second vivid memory was when I was in the hallway of the trailer, I saw my father holding his pelt gun to my sisters face; they were in his room and I ran down the hallway screaming "Daddy,no!" or "No,daddy, please don't hurt my sister!"
I can tell you that all of them are about my dad since right now the trailer he lives in still from my younger age are in my nightmares as of him. Right now, I am tired and tomorrow I will put more.
P.S; This is my first time even showing what I write. I don't want any of you to judge me on my wording, just ask what you don't get and I will tell you what I mean in a way you may understand since I don't want to be hurt anymore.
