I had a beautiful childhood, so my adulthood has been really frustrating because it's - half the time it hasn't been as good as my childhood.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I had a wonderful childhood, which is tough because it's hard to adjust to a miserable adulthood.
The older I get, the happier my childhood becomes.
I spent a lot of my childhood not fitting in, in a lot of different ways.
My childhood was endless - from eight to 18 felt like hundreds of years.
My childhood is completely... when I look back, it was '50s in New York, upper-middle class, it was completely idyllic and golden and wonderful - sweet in every way.
My childhood was happy, joyful but very difficult.
If you had an essentially happy childhood, that tends to dwell with you.
I consider my teenage years as being desperately unhappy.
I have nothing to say about my childhood. It was a perfectly pleasant upbringing - it's not like it was unhappy or anything.
I had a mundane, happy childhood, without much struggle.