Well let's see, I was born with a handicap, so that's a good start.
The first four years of my life I was criminally neglected, according to my grandparents, until my mother died in a car crash, and I got a better mother later.
At age five I was on my father's fishing boat, and the gas lamp exploded, and that's why I never wear shorts or go to the swimming pool.
My nose was ripped half-off by some asshole crashing his bicycle into a gate I was standing behind, the pointy tips were exactly high enough... I still got a bad scar on my nose.
On high school I almost killed myself because I was bullied.. and I don't mean they called me names, I mean they beat me up constantly. You see, I needed a "special" education, witch in the Netherlands means you go to a "special" school, a school were they put autistic people and other people with handicaps, but also youth criminals and their ilk, including gang members. Because all people who can't function on a normal school should be put together, ri