Drunk childhood

I had my first drink when I was only six. My parents liked to party a lot but after to much to drink they needed a bar tender and of course they asked me. I could not say no. In my home no was a non existent word.
I wanted to see what it had tasted like, thinking that if it made this much fun then maybe it tastes good so I tried. I loved it. Every time I made the drinks I needed the taste of it like I needed nothing more.
At the age of eleven my parents decided that I had to do my homework and did everything my parents told me to do. After my parents decided to ruin my life (I think so) I found so called friends and they gave me everything I needed. At 13 drugs and sex were introduced into my new life. Then life definitely couldn't get better, my parents couldn't stand me around, my school work suffered I started to lie cheat steal anything it took to get any fixes I needed.
At the age of 15 I got kicked out of school and home and went to the foster care system and of course that is not the best place for a kid to be with the difficulties any kid was having if anything thing it went from bad to worse. The drug of choice changed the liquor intake increased and sex well I don't need to go further with that...
And then I came to my first suicide attempt...
That is how my childhood looked like. I'll be back soon and go on.