All school life, all of my teachers liked me. As for school, usually in about 1st-3rd grade, I was friends with everyone to some extent or, at the very least, we played together during recess. I never REALLY knew my dad until I was about six when we started taking trips to see him. For a short awhile before that, I used to think my sister who took care of me at the time was my mom and dad. I grew up in L.A., moved to the suburbs when I was around ten and a half with all of my family around (My mom, dad and sister) and I slowly realized my dad was an asshole who thought he could make everything better by buying me stuff and that without a job my mom liked to worry a lot.
Things got really boring when I was ten and continued for a very long time.