I cried for hours many times when I was a kid, and when my parents asked me what wass wrong I couldn't tell them, because I was too embarrassed. The problem was that I was too embarrassed to tell them that I loved them.
I remember once when I was about 8, and me and my mom were walking home one night from girl guides, and I got this enormous surge of love for her, and I got so sad, and wished I had a "mummy doll", something to keep forever to remind me of her. I know, thatt's seriously wierd. Having her should be enough. I think it was because I only wanted to remember the good parts of her when I was separated from her, not the angry intimidating parts.
I also cried and got so sad after I came home from my dad's apartment once... he let me stay the night even though he had to go to work early the next morning and it was too late for us to walk back to my mother's place so he called a taxi and we went back to my mother's that way... he came into m ybedroom, told me to go back to sleep, picked up my two precious stuffed bears and made little bear-sounds with them-- bear sounds I loved, he did them in such a sweet way-- as if they were going to sleep too... after he left I was so sad, I cried, I already missed my beloved sweet ddaddy.
Even though I knew he was cokming back. IO was so scared that he would die or something. I qwas 11, and the depression was getting worse. I was pretty okay until puberty. Then I got so sad and then when I was 17 to when I was 19 I was happy,. and I'm still 19, and sudeenly I'm so so so unbelievably depressed... not right at this moment, thank God, but... anyway...