When I was young, I grew up in a family of working-class people. Not just my parents, but my extended family, as well.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My parents grew up working class, but in that way that working class families do, they spent a fortune on education to better me.
I grew up in a family of nine kids.
I grew up in a one-parent family. I worked my way through college, I had very average grades and I was very average looking, but I've lived a remarkable life only because I believed I could.
I grew up in a great family.
I have a really big family, and pretty much all my work is about my brothers and sisters. I'm the youngest of eight - my mom had seven kids in seven years, and then she had me 11 years later - so I was basically raised by all these teenagers.
I grew up in the kitchen, mostly with my grandfather, my mother and my aunt Raffy.
Growing up, I lived a moderate lifestyle with my family.
I had a really wonderful upbringing. We were a tight family. It was wonderful to grow up with so many siblings. We were all just a year or two apart, and we were always so supportive of each other. I learned everything from my older brother and sister and taught it to my younger sisters.
I grew up in a household that was a labor household. My dad was a Teamster and a milk truck driver. My mother was a secretary. Neither of them got through high school. But they worked hard and they gave me very, very important opportunities to go to school, get a good education.
My whole family actually, but my parents. I had such a normal and amazing childhood. I've been so lucky. My parents are cool and normal. They don't talk about the business and I still have stuff to do at their house.