lostidentity

Currently listening to: Modest Mouse. On my way to the laundromat, I was thinking about childhood. Not my own, but about those who didn't get to experience it without a day of being yelled at or abused. These people are my heroes. They have to live and deal with someone elses problems being imposed on them for the rest of their life. How do they deal with it? What makes them go on? Just the mere thought of a little kid getting hit or yelled at because their mom/dad is drunk or high just makes me want to go on a murder spree. What could a child possibly do to someone to deserve such trauma?