14917897's blog: "My childhood."

So everyone has made me feel like Shit and very pissed since I've been on fubar, so the way I thought I would handle the hard asses that have done this is to give my background on a blog. It started simple enough when I was 5 years old. It was my birthday and I thought I was getting a cake from my mother, a party from my family and presents. It was a get together that I would never forget, my father drove me and my brother to a remote location in a part of Georgia where no one knew of except for family. When we got to the place my entire family was there (from my dad's side) and in the center of this ring of people was a patch of dirt. I was made to step into the dirt and fight my brother, cousin's, and sometimes when older my adult family ( meaning my uncle's and cousin's) I done this from the time I was 5 till I was 18. I used knives,metal object's ( such as metal posts and bars) also using wood, different stuff to hurt your target. At 8 years old I was taught how to shoot standing, kneeling, laying, moving objects, running, and hand to hand combat. I was basically  taught basic training in a crash course. My dad was a sniper for the army and it really screwed him up. I was tied to a tree and told if I wanted to be a dog then I was going to be treated like one. I was tied to that dogwood tree for 5 hours, I was fed blended up steak, potatoes and water. Now a days I look at anyone as a target. I've thought about forgetting. The only thing is that I can't forget. My cousin has a piece of my knife in his arm from me. I go to therapy to stop the carousel from  spinning off the rails. My dark moment's are a daily part of my life. I hold in things but the things just want out. This is me.