So at the time, I was really small, about like.....7 or 8. And at the time it was just me, my big sister, and little sister. My mom had this new white shirt that she really liked, earlier on this particular day she put the shirt on top of the closet that we had in our hallway. Later that day my mom started looking for it, and because of the fact that we cleaned up earlier that day she got mad because she thought we moved it and just couldn't find it. So she said we couldn't go outside without our friends and actually ended up beating us because she couldnt find it. After she beat all three of us, she told us to go to sleep. Ended up coming in the room an hour later because she remembered she put it on top of the closet that none of us could reach. She apologized, and yes i love my mom till death but that left a mental scar.