It would be fair to say that some of my earliest memories of childhood were of my mother being beaten by my father. They weren't the only ones, but they were the strongest and have had the most lasting effect on me emotionally. I recall many memories from back then. I had many normal experiences and it was like I led a normal life, but had this other part of my life that I kept hidden from others, like a second life where I stood witness to the brutalities of my father. My mother has said he used to beat me, but I don't have memories of this. They are all of my mother. I remember her being pulled around part of the kitchen by her hair. I remember him yelling and throwing a ketchup bottle at her and it smashing against the refridgerator and all the red spraying against it's side. I remember him beating her with his belt, or asking her to get a coat hanger for him. When she wouldn't he demanded that I get one for him. I remember panicked and crying because I would have to...