So, my childhood was not necessarily an awesome one. My parents had a plethora of issues, and commonly took it out on each other. 

Anyways I used to have this yellow smiley face piggy bank. I was about 6 to 7 years old, possibly younger, and one day I was counting up my money that I had saved form my allowance. Being a young child of course I was excited about saving up so much money, so I ran to my parents room to show them. They  were arguing, so I stead of leaving I stood there waiting to tell my parents about how much I saved. My mother walked into the connected bathroom and slammed the door on my dad. 

Instead of ending it there, he ripped my piggy bank out of my hands and threw it against the closed door. Yellow smiley face piggy bank pieces, as well as dollars and coins fell to the ground. After that I'm pretty sure I ran to my room and hid under my desk. All I can remember afterward is the pit in my stomach, the feeling that I did something wrong, and the feeling of immediate crushed joy seeing my bank and the money I was excited to show my parents, all over the ground.