Not to be all existential or anything, but everything that happens in childhood relates to who we are as adults. Every single minute we've lived has led us to become who we are today. What happened at six, ten, twenty, whatever age. It all adds up.
My childhood was unpleasant. I won't bore you with the details. Lots of kids have it bad. Sometimes that cycle continues, and sometimes kids are able to use that as a blueprint of what NOT to do. I hope I'm the latter. I don't drink or abuse drugs, and I try to be a good mom and gramma.
One thing that has stuck with me throughout, though, is art. I've been drawing since before I could walk. I know, all kids dig crayons and sidewalk chalk, but I've been the artsy type all through school and ever since. I wish I'd gone to college for it, but there wasn't the money and I NEEDED to get away from home. So I joined the Army, hit the ground running, and here I am today, still painting, still drawing. Still being artsy.
Sorry my story isn't more entertaining.