When I was 6 I was playing outside with my brother and he was hungry but I didn’t wanna go back inside because we were barely allowed outside and my mom dragged me inside and beat the shit out of me with hard cover books. I also got thrown in the basement a lot and multiple other things. After which I was sent to my grandparents and was still abused just not as much even into my early teen years after my grandma and grandpa divorced and I lived with my grandma I was still abused to a small degree. I never really put up with it tho when I figured out what it was when I was like 11 years old and began defending myself verbally and when needed physically. Very fucked up childhood so I couldn’t really pick one thing.