My father grew up in a life of extreme privilege.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My father was an extraordinary man.
My dad was a great dad.
I was brought up in a world of privilege.
I didn't grow up with great privilege, nor did I grow up wanting for anything. I was a middle-class kid and, relative to the rest of the world, that's great wealth.
My father was a mean, controlling and manipulative person for most of his life. He was unpredictable and unstable.
My dad was so much fun growing up.
My childhood was marked by a tension between privilege on the one hand and emotional dysfunction on the other.
I had this rare privilege of being able to pursue in my adult life, what had been my childhood dream.
My father was always so mingled with rage at his life.
I think I've had a very privileged life.