A Memory

Most kids first memory is a loving
Caring
Type of thing
Mine is filled with anger
And hate
I remember my parents yelling
And screaming-
At each other-
For no reason
I remember cops out every night
With Tears streaming down our faces
I remember my father bring another guy in
And then disappearing
I remember growing up
Switching back and forth between houses  
Because my parents were no longer spouses
I remember things that kids should never see
I remember long nights
Where my parents would never agree
As I child
I remember what I wish I to forget
As I child
I already had regrets