My name is Huckleberry Finn, but everyone calls me "Huck." You probably know me because I'm a good friend of Tom Sawyer. He and I go way back to when we were kids looking for great adventures; and every day with Tom was full of the wild and unknown. However I am not here to talk life adventures with tom sawyer, but here to talk about my past life before I met Tom. My earlier childhood life was very terrible because of my horrible drunk father who would always abuse me for no reason. Sometimes I think he hates having me has a son or he takes his frustration on me when people in our town, would always makes fun of him since he is known as the towns drunk. The second harsh thing I had to go through in my earlier life was the fact that I had live on my own to avoid the abuse from father. This was not easy because, I had to live in the forest area since nobody wanted to take me in; I had to fence on my own by finding food and shelter to survive. Other problem I had to face as child growing up was loneliness; due to my father's reputation the people in my town either didn't like me or was afraid of me because of my dad, but for some of them hated me because values of their religion or how they views in society. This made the townspeople consider me as outcast and delinquent child. It was very hard to grow up when people show no interest to me and my struggle; in fact they call me names and teased me. These three things that I had go through my life, made it extremely difficult for me to have normal childhood life. As young child my father had always been man who has impulsive angry problem, he always get angry at small little things like when I didn't wash the dishes, he lash out harsh words at me saying that "I am failure and disgrace son! With loud harsh voice then he will hit me across my face. However my mom will always come stop him from hitting me, then give some money so he head outside to go buy some liquor and calm down. I always hated that because she will always waste her money on him to buy his damn booze, so he can calm down and stop hitting me. I would always ask her "why do we keep on wasted our life on him, he's nothing more than scum, we should just leave him. However my mom will always respond back, every time I questioned her action when my father attack me