My childhood was very interesting.  My parents made sure I was loved and knew that I am an important part to society. I was extremely spoil. In fact, if you didn’t know any better you would have tought I was the only child. Although my parents did everthing to make sure I had nothing less than the best, I struggled with loving myself.  As a child, i was very fat and had very low self-esteem.  I know every child goes through this phase but I went through it early in life.  I can remember at eight years old hiding in  my closet with a garbage can throwing up my food.  I was surpassingly studious but i hated school.  The students were so mean. The only way I made it through elementary was through isolation.  So, I guess you can say my childhood was loving yet deprived.