I was the freak who moved into the nice neighborhood.
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I grew up in a pretty tough neighborhood.
In Hoboken, when I was a kid, I lived in a plenty tough neighborhood.
Sure, my childhood was unusual. All these eccentric, wild people frequented our home: rock stars, drag queens, models, bikers, freaks. But I was not this little rich girl. My mom and I lived in an apartment.
I was the original socially depraved shy ghetto kid.
There was a time in my life when I was going in and out of houses that were extraordinarily different - from a working-class terrace in Northampton to the homes of friends who were really very wealthy. It was quite an odd position to be in, I realise looking back, and quite a nice one.
I grew up in the suburbs.
It was a pretty rough neighborhood where I grew up The really tough places were over around Third Avenue where it ran into the Harlem River, but we weren't far away.
I grew up in a very normal home.
Well, I grew up in a tough neighborhood.
I was really lucky to grow up in an extremely diverse neighborhood.