There were five children in my family, and arguing was how we used to entertain ourselves.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I was the middle of five children, and we were five very opinionated siblings. That probably pushed me to learn to speak up for myself.
I grew up with three brothers, so nearly everything I had was destroyed or made fun of.
It was a fairly happy childhood. My father was working away, and my mum brought up five kids all on her own.
I was in a Montessori school. There was a drum circle with all the kids passing around a little bongo drum. I was the last person in the circle, and when it got to me I played 'Shave and a Haircut, Two Bits' - in front of all the parents. Blew the crowd away at five years old.
I grew up as one of six kids.
I was born to argue... I don't know why. I mean, from arguing with my teachers and, on occasions, my parents. I think I've mastered the art of argument at a fairly young age.
We were just a gaggle of kids, and everybody played together and had a good time. You know how kids can be completely horrible - abusive but fun. But anyway, it was a nice childhood.
I was always a little adult. Even as a little kid, I just couldn't understand why I was surrounded by all these kids. I took things very seriously.
I grew up in a family of nine kids.
When I was little, there were so many people in my house. Everyone was enjoying themselves, rehearsing, having fun. It was like a playground.