One moment at about age 2 or 3, I remember the hardest memory to ever occur in my life. My father came home from work angry as mother fed me cheap spaghetti she could only barely afford. I don't remember what came first, he said something as if he didn't care about the child, me, and wanted better food (he came from a rich family), then swung his hand against the bowl full of food. I began to cry just to make people feel bad for me, really not knowing what else to do. After being put into the bathroom, I saw his face full of shame.
I've always remembered that moment, and I feel bad because it's nothing compared to what other trauma people go through.