I grew up in a house that was in a constant state of mourning.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My parents were mourning the death of my sister. She was killed in a car accident before I was born, and I didn't know she existed until I was 13 or 14 years old. I knew I was growing up in a house where people were angry and sad.
I get inhabited by a character and then you mourn it. There's a period of mourning for me, definitely.
I grew up in a funeral home. Both my parents were morticians.
I always wanted to live in a haunted house.
I grew up in a house of no love or emotion - it kind of sticks with you.
I grew up in a happy household.
Old age: I fall asleep during the funerals of my friends.
Grieve and mourn for yourself not once or twice, but again and again.
I think a lot about when times were simpler, when I was still dancing and living with my parents. I really miss living at home sometimes. I get really sad.
I grew up in a very normal home.