Our family was on the lunatic fringe. My mother was always completely irrepressible. My father made crowd noises into a microphone.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I was a loud child, and if my mother sang to me, I would be quiet.
My family was dubbed the loud family, but that was mostly because of my mother.
My Father had a profound influence on me. He was a lunatic.
As soon as I could talk, I was bellowing at the top of my lungs. My parents couldn't get over how weird I sounded - like an old man when I was just a toddler! But no one was gonna shut me up.
My father was a very unhappy person, very sarcastic, and my mother was very nervous and worried about what people thought. They weren't monsters, but it wasn't a good childhood.
My grandmother was a psychiatrist and possibly the ultimate of all skeptics. But even she couldn't explain the strange noises we so often heard in the attic.
My mother, who was radiant, young, and beautiful even as she lay dying, heard voices and saw visions, but she always managed to make friends with them and was much too charming to hospitalize even at her craziest.
I made odd noises as a child. Just did weird things, like turn off light switches twice. I think my parents thought I had Tourette's syndrome.
My mom was a ventriloquist and she always was throwing her voice. For ten years I thought the dog was telling me to kill my father.
My mother was an artist and highly strung, whereas my father was much calmer.