I was the kind of child who worked hard every day with the cows and sheep - I was a very aggressive boy.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I grew up as a boy with aggression.
I was bullied a lot as a kid.
I was bullied as a boy - lots of kids are, but hopefully most of us get on with our lives and grow up.
I wanted to be a boy when I was young because boys got to do all the good stuff. So I became very aggressive and very competitive at a young age.
I wasn't an overbearing child. But I was aggressive. I always managed to get what I wanted somehow.
I was a hard-workin' little boy. Oh, I worked. Pullin' cotton, shockin' grain, cuttin' wheat, loadin' wheat, choppin' cotton, cleanin' chicken houses, milkin' cows, plowin'.
My father had a very violent temper, and he was never home. So I was kind of a mama's boy.
I wasn't a fighting kid or a causing-trouble kid. I was just one of those cheeky, crazy kids running around.
I've always been told I was extremely well-behaved as a kid.
I was the little kid growing up. I wasn't picked on because, honestly, I was fast, so I could run away from the bullies.