My memories were pretty harsh of my mother. Peeing in the yard, peeing on the furniture all while she was drunk out of her mind. Throwing a glass of whisky in my face burining my eyes.
There is not one single thing I can think of that is even worth remembering.
And to think that some endure much more frightening experiences.
She quit drinking a long time ago, but is still an alchoholic. Her very behavoir expresses this fact.