When I was younger, even though I had a big brother, my parents would give me the house key every day.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
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.
I kind of remember when I was young, I used to hang out with my dad sometimes. And I can remember just following him in and out of these domestic situations. Going to the grocery store, we'd go pick up my other brother, or we'd go here, go there.
My siblings and I were friends with the boys who would become our stepbrothers - we grew up on the same street. I feel very special to have these amazing people in my life and if we hadn't all moved into this big house together I think I would have missed out on that, because we would have drifted apart.
When I was 15, my parents left town for a month. They hid the keys to the car, but I found them. That month, I drove my stepdad's Thunderbird Super Coupe into Manhattan every day, and I would crank Cypress Hill as I flew around the city, racing the taxis.
When I was nine years old, my family lost our home, and the six of us moved into my grandparents' converted garage.
As a child, I remember I always wanted to make my parents happy and give them everything in their lives.
My family... always had the value of the family table and these cultural influences of growing up.
My mom always made sure I lived my life as a regular kid.
I grew up where my parents would literally shove me in the car rather than have to say hello to a neighbor.
When I was 12, I forgot the keys to my parent's apartment. So I simply climbed up seven floors to get in.