Oh, my father was never a father in the true sense of the word! To be honest, the best thing (and one of the few good ones) he ever did for me was buying me a lot of toys. Don't know, he might have done something nicer, but this is the only thing I can remember.

If I recall correctly, I rarely got along with people around my age, they were -and still are- too immature for me. Growing without a father and endurring his abuses somehow matured me earlier than normal, that would explain why I have those kid-like moments now, when I'm almost a legal adult.