That’s the day I was born.  I guess it was a nice day.  My mom and dad went duck hunting that morning and I arrived on this earth easily at around 9 pm, in Montreal, Quebec, Canada.  I lived with both my parents and an older sister.  I think I had a normal childhood.  I saw my parents work very hard.  They would get into fights once in a while, but it was like this with everyone I knew.  My dad also had an alcohol problem, but back then, I thought it was normal since it was the only thing I knew.  I remember being scared at night when my dad would come back from the bar (pub) and my mom would yell at him and he would reply, and they would fight verbally and sometimes physically… And then… they were crying… and my dad would apologize and swear he would never do it again… I also remember my mom saying she would leave the house… but she never did until…

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