Growing up

How would you classify growing up. Should it be fun, Should it be sad or a mix of both. For me it was downright dreadful. Dealing with a father who liked to abuse me and a mother who took out her rage after getting beat on me. It wasn't the finest of times but it taught me what I needed to know. How to escape from the cops to sneak away without being caught. The very basics of living in a shithole surrounded by devils. Since I was a kid there wasn't much I could do anyways. Sometimes I wonder if my destiny is to always have a terrible life but who knows. Certainly not me nor anyone else.