In our family, my brothers and I shared toys. In other words, just because it was mine didn't mean my brothers and I didn't play with it.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I grew up with three brothers, so nearly everything I had was destroyed or made fun of.
We had very few things. I had a couple pairs of jeans, a couple shirts. And same with my mom and sister. I think my sister had, like, two toys. We were living off of instant noodles.
Me and my brothers started a musical group early on, and we were playing in places where we really weren't supposed to be.
My toys were those of a boy: skates, bicycles.
At home, I had seven brothers, one sister. I sewed clothes for my sister's dolls although she was grown and gone away. I was a weirdo but didn't think I was a weirdo.
When the other girls had given up their Barbies, I was still playing with mine in secret.
I had eight brothers and sisters. Every Christmas my younger brother Bobby would wake up extra early and open everybody's presents - everybody's - so by the time the rest of us got up, all the gifts were shredded, ribbons off, torn open and thrown aside.
I was one of those kids who took apart their toys to see how they work, just to see what they were made up of.
We didn't have money for toys, so I made my own.
I remember that I used to mix with my friends who had brothers and sisters. I was an only child.