I was only 4.

I think I was just about 4 or 5 years old, when my parents and I were at a grocery store. Any curious child would touch the colourful and very attractive items placed on the shelf. Especially, as a kid I loved sweet cream biscuits and everytime I would see them on the shelves placed so neatly, i'd run to them and touch them. This once, the moment I put my fingers on a biscuit packet on the shelf, my ndad slapped me. In the store, in public. He slapped me. I've been slapped and hit on and off till i turned 19. Sometimes when i sit and think about these things, I am infuriated at myself for letting these things slide and letting them happen to me. I would go back to normal and speak to them after a few days. I enabled my parent's behaviour and there hasn't been a single day I haven't regretted.