When I remember my family, I always remember their backs. They were always indignantly leaving places.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I realized my family was funny, because nobody ever wanted to leave our house.
We all remember where we were and we all remember what we were doing. I had a brother in New York, an uncle, lots of friends in New York. It made me angry, it made me sad; what could I do.
The one thing I need to leave behind is good memories.
My childhood memories include a time when the government confiscated my family's possessions and exiled us to a camp in the B.C. Interior, just because my grandparents were from Japan.
It's great to have a place of my own, but I still see my family often, as we are very close.
My mother was a great bringer-up of children. My memories are of a sense of security and comfort.
When I was a kid my parents moved a lot, but I always found them.
You always end up saying and doing such horrible things to your family, 'cause you know they're never going anywhere, and at some point, they're going to forgive you.
I used to worry, 'I've lost my family.' They hated me for a while, but they're very resilient.
My folks still live in my childhood home, and so when I'm home with them, I usually feel the best.