I shared a room with my parents until I was 7, and I lived with my uncles and aunts and my cousins and my grandfather... so the house was always full of people.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I grew up in a two-bedroom house with my grandfather, my mom and dad and four kids. I slept on the couch or on the floor, and I always wanted to have my own space.
Our house was always full of grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins.
A lot of people think I grew up with just my brother and me, but mom was there even when she wasn't. We had a good household.
As a child, I was raised with my grandmother, alongside all my cousins, and the kitchen was always full.
I've always had lots of friends and my house was the house they all hung out at.
My house was very strange. I didn't do things other kids did because my parents were very strict - I stayed at home, quiet in my room.
I was an only child. We were so poor, my parents and I had the same room.
Let's say, 100 years ago, I'm not sure how many people had to empty out their relatives' homes; they just stayed in the same house, because they lived there. Nowadays, almost everyone, at least once in their life, somehow, has to deal with this experience.
We lived, until I was 12 or so, in communal apartment with five different families and the same kitchen, in two little - my brother and me and my parents. It was hell, but it was a common thing. My father was not general or admiral, but he was colonel. He was teaching in military academy military topography.
Home wasn't so much a house as people, family.
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