I like my adult life way more than I liked my childhood. My dad was an alcoholic most of my time growing up and had major anger issues..he was REAL strict and would whip me at the drop of the hat..when I was 15, I stashed some survival stuff that I had collected in a field nearby and ran away for my first time..I got over 1200 miles away before I just couldn't run no more..I was cut up, humiliated, wet..etc..from that point in my life I never really lived at home anymore and just jumped from halfway house to halfway house until I went in the Army..I ended up running away from those homes twice 2.