I remember having mice in the house and my father taking some newspaper and beating me because mice was running on me while I was asleep.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Once I found a mouse under my bed in an apartment in Paris. I am terrified of mice! I couldn't sleep for days.
I had a mouse in my apartment and I couldn't sleep for two nights. I hate mice. They move so fast.
One of the first houses we lived in was like out of a fairy story. We had a stream that ran through our garden, and we played with the ducks - we locked them in my mum's office, and they pooed everywhere. It was crazy, picking blackberries and mushrooms, rabbits running through your legs.
I remember getting a toilet in our house. I remember sharing a bedroom with my sister, and my little sister was sleeping in my mom and dad's room.
I remember once I had lunch with George W Bush, his father, and Condoleezza Rice. Then I went home to find my dog and my neighbour's dog fighting over a dead rabbit, and I had to separate them. I like that my home life keeps things real.
My earliest memory was going to my grandma's house, milking the cows, and collecting the eggs from the chickens.
I had mice that I kept as pets when I was very young, and I've always liked the way they look. Even rats. I'm not scared of them.
When I was younger I could remember anything, whether it happened or not.
I bugged my mom and dad to 'get me inside the television set' when I was about four years old.
I remember at the age of five travelling on a trolley car with my mother past a group of women on a picket line at a textile plant, seeing them being viciously beaten by security people. So that kind of thing stayed with me.