When I was a kid, I can remember my parents starting to fight, I was in the second grade or so.  I remember because it would wake me up at night, my brother could sleep through anything, but I would wake up and I was scared.  I don't remember them ever fighting before this, at least not where I could hear.  I would get up and leave the house, middle of the night, in my pajamas.  I would walk next door.  I do not remember now what I would say, or what they would say, I don't even remember if I put shoes on.  What I remember is sleeping in Ebony's bed with her.  It was a water bed.  Ebony had this habit of bouncing her head when she would go to sleep.  So, there I would lay, the waves of the waterbed lulling me to sleep. 
I don't remember the next day, I don't remember if I went home, or if the neighbors had even told my parents that night that I was there.  They probably did, my parents probably came to get me after I was asleep.  I just remember that for those moments before I fell asleep, feeling safe and secure where no harsh words were being yelled.  Rocked to sleep on the gentle waves of a waterbed.