This might sound extremely self-centered of me, but sometimes I really feel that the good things that my parents did for me as a child don't outweigh the bad memories I have of them. I remember when I used to practice piano, and my mom would shout at me or hit me when she became frustrated at me, and then become even more frustrated when I started to cry. I still love her, and I know that she loves me, but I just can't forget the small things that happened.