A few years ago I wrote my memoir of my childhood. They were mostly vignettes, about 1 page each. One is called "Hatred," and it's about how a little 4 year old friend when I was 4, told me about God. She said, "You have to love God. More than your parents. And you can't hate ANYBODY." I remember feeling like I hated a lot. I knew what hatred was. I didn't know what love was. That was in 1946, and I was well aware of the World War going on in Europe, and the things the Nazis were doing. I had seen a photograph that a neighbor's brother had brought back from the war of a wound the Nazi doctors had made on a woman's leg in one of their "experiments." I knew I hated the Nazis. I hated my dad when he beat me. Early experiences are now believed to change one's brain. Sometimes now I still find hatred taking over my mind. I hate hypocrisy, people who ruin the environment for profit, lies, crooked politicians. Anyone else feel this way? I still have a hard time knowing how to love. When I've loved in the past, I was betrayed so many times.