My father is an alcoholic, and has been long before I was born. My mom divorced him because of it when I was young. After the divorce my dad drank even more than before. I remember whenever he'd come pick me up from my mom's house, starting when I was four or five, we'd always go to Albertson's store and he'd leave me in the car while he went in the liquor store next to Albertson's. Another time I remember was when he was screaming at my mom and me, I was very young and it scared me to see him like that. I remember taking my mom's hand then running to my room with her and locking the door so we could get away from him. It's sad that those are some of my earliest memories of him. All while I was growing up he always had a drink in his hand. All of his drinking made it hard on me because he would always scream at me and lose his temper, then the next day he wouldn't remember any of it. As I got older I've learned how to deal with his problems better, but his drinking has hurt me and many other family members and friends countless times. Even though he forgets many things he does, everyone else remembers them.