First there were my parents (They got divorced when I was 4. I grew up with my mother and dad kinda just disappeared. Occasionally he'd threaten mom but other than that he was pretty much gone ). They both made me realize that alcohol is a bad idea. Mom also had like 10 boyfriends (not at the same time) over the course of me growing up, and that influenced me in shaping my values and ideas about relationships, both for good and for bad. Other than that, both my parents wanted me to grow up to be "Me".
Which meant they never really tried to push their own ideals or opinions on me, they pretty much just told me stuff like "This is christianity. Some people believe in it, I personally don't, but you're free to do whatever you want.
Then came my "mother". She adopted me into her family when my real mother was sick with cancer, and she kinda showed me everything I had essentially "missed out" on when growing up in a very dysfunctional family. It was everything I could've wished for. Eventually she grew tired of me tho since I didn't quite live up to her ideas of how a daugther should be (She had three boys already and had kinda been wishing for a girl. Then I appear and turn out to be more like tomboy). So I was dumped off at an orphanage. And left with some serious trust issues that still makes it hard for me to really open up and let myself become attached to people. That kinda causes issues when I try to make friends since many just end up assuming I don't care or that I'm not interested.
Then I was at the orphanage. Where workers and children alike came and went. People appeared, talked to you, you got to know them better, started to feel some kind of friendship forming, only to have them vanish out of your life a few weeks later. It didn't quite help improve my trust issues, and it also just made me rather indifferent to trying to get to know people. Which only caused me to seem even more uncaring.
Not all was bad tho, since one of the workers really fell for me. She became like the mother I'd have needed. Patient, supportive and nice, but with a firm hand. She really helped me see the light and get back on track.
Then there were also all the other people living at the orphanage (We were all around 15-16 at the time). One person in particular stood out to me. They were the first openly-gay and trans person I met in real life. They were also the stereotypical "rainbows and unicorns and FABULOUS"-kind of gay, and at first I was kinda worried I'd end up developing homophobia or something since they were just.. A little.. Too much.. At times >_>' (They used to love climbing around on me and telling me stuff like "Oh, it's ok for me to do this because I'm gay")
They also questioned me on my sexuality all the time. Back in the day I just didn't care about anything related to "those kinds of things", so I hadn't really thought too much about it. They didn't really make me discover anything too revolutionary about myself, but we sure had a lot of interesting talks and stuff. And despite their special snowflakiness, we became good friends.
There was also a girl who had been living at the place for longer than me. We were quite different, but we still became really close friends. The biggest difference was that she came from a religious family and I didn't. We often had discussions about religion and stuff like that.
I also ended up in the special needs class at the new school I had to start at after moving. There I also a met a lot of people that changed me in quite a few ways despite me never really interacting with them.
I've been through a lot, and some things have definitely scarred me, but even with all the bad things, I still kept an open mind and simply promised myself to never become a bad person myself. -Some- people might be bad, but -far- from everyone is. I think that's one of the more important things I've learned through all this.