My earliest memory is of being in the kitchen of our apartment in Stabb Court, in St. John’s, NL. Canada. I was in the kitchen with my mother and all I remember her saying was “keep it down, your father is coming”. With that I turned and ran for the door, running directly into my dads big stomach, and hit him so hard, I almost blacked out. I managed to get by him, but not enough to miss a kick to my ass that sent me about 10-12 feet across the living room. I was around 3 years old.