I remember quite a lot about my childhood. You ask about yelling, I vividly remember how when my father shouted at me/my brothers, the glasses in the kitchen w

I remember quite a lot about my childhood. You ask about yelling, I vividly remember how when my father shouted at me/my brothers, the glasses in the kitchen would vibrate against each other and make a clanking noise whenever he finished a sentence, and we'd just sit in silence. Sometimes even the doorbell would start making noise from his voice. But I also have a lot of good memories, and I can luckily say that my father has turned around when I got a bit older. I think my parents lacked the maturity to have children at their age.