My parents were really strict Christian conservatives. Still are, they've lightened up while raising my four younger brothers but as the eldest I got the brunt of it most times. I've always sort of seen myself as a shield being that I went through a lot of abuse by being the first to defy my parents so none of my brothers would have to. I was homeschooled for all grades except kindergarten and first, I remember one day on the "first day of school" I took my time getting up because I didn't see the point in rushing anywhere. It wasn't like I had to be anywhere, we had school in our house. Anyways, I guess I was moving too slow for my dad's taste and he boot kicked my door in brandishing a pipe, he hit me in the back of the knees which sent me to the floor, and hit me repeatedly. Then he went over to my "creation station" it was a little desk I had where I sculpted little super heroes out of sculpey clay, and sketched, and journaled etc. He used that same pipe to smash everything I'd ever made and scraped it into a garbage can. Funny as it sounds, to this day I haven't been able to sculpt anything since then.