Do you like bonsai trees?

If there's one thing that haunted my childhood homelife, it was bonsai trees. I would save money to try and buy my mother a small cloisonne pot for her birthday and my sister liked those deadly dragon crystals, like those of swarovski. At times it felt like everything around me was miniature, including my mother, my sister and the women in my family. Things could quickly become claustrophobic, like I was living in a Charles Band horror movie. My mother was, probably, around 5'0" (shorter now), whereas my father was around 6'1", so my sister and I came out somewhere inbetween. We all admired the trees.