Just so you know how normal I am.
Called mom and asked her what I liked to do when I was little (since I have only recently gotten her back to talking to me, this is new and I'm on a mission to rediscover my childhood that is mostly a black hole). She answered without thinking: "You liked to hide. Sometimes you hid so well, it got my teeth to rattle."
So there. I liked to hide. I liked to be alone and I was scared of being yelled at or beaten. I remember that part. She said I have perfected the craft of hiding. I think I'm still hiding, only now I'm hiding in my head and writing stories.
One more thing. I asked her to try and remember more. She said she will write it down if she remembers. So there is hope. I hope through her I will be able to remember too.