I knew I was an unwanted baby when I saw that my bath toys were a toaster and a radio.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I could tell my parents hated me. My bath toys were a toaster and a radio.
I've been told the weirdest things: 'Yeah, I love taking a bath to your music!' or 'I gave birth to my daughter while listening to your music.'
I was one of those kids who took apart their toys to see how they work, just to see what they were made up of.
When I was 5, I did a commercial for Whirlpool sitting on a tree stump eating a popsicle that dripped all over my clothes.
As a child, I always wanted to be the last one to take a bath because I knew I could close the door and spend hours just having my bath and singing.
My mom put me in a Pampers commercial on TV.
My parents were dishonest people. If it was my birthday, I knew my mother took me to the K-Mart and she stole my toy. She'd put it in the shopping cart and we'd walk out. I was raised with that.
Looking back, some of the happiest moments of my childhood were spent with my arm in packets of breakfast cereal, rootling around for a free gift.
My toys were those of a boy: skates, bicycles.
I was given baby doll toys myself, and they proved a stark reminder that my life was expected to revolve around childbearing - just as my mom's had before me, and her mom's had before her.