The choking.

I remember being about 4 or 5, lying in my bed at home. My father sitting on the side of the bed next to me. He had his hand on my neck. He was pushing down slowly choking me. I could feel my heart beat racing, it getting harder and harder to breathe. The body started to get a strange feeling about it, a tingling, almost like pins and needles. Panic set in. Fear. I couldn't breathe. I remember looking in his eyes. He said "I hate you, I hate you."  My limbs were heavy, I couldn't lift them. Things started to go dark, I couldn't see any more. I passed out. He stopped.