My father was grounded, a very meat-and-potatoes man. He was a baker.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I was grounded for all of my childhood. Not most - all.
Now I see other kids and their parents, and I compare them to my dad. Our dad was a really normal father when he was with us. We would get grounded if we did something bad. He would ground us. He wouldn't call it grounding; he'd just say, 'You're on punishment.' Sometimes we'd be on punishment a lot.
My father was a man of few words.
My father was an extraordinary man.
My father was a very difficult man.
My father was a meat worker. He was a union organizer in the meat workers union.
My grandfather was a great chef.
My dad, he was a construction worker. He was a butcher. He was a deep sea fisherman.
Dad was a retired chemist who, in his 60s, fathered and fed me and my two sisters while Mum worked as a secretary. He made us curries, Chinese meals and strange concoctions. He was often unsuccessful.
My parents kept me very grounded.