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.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I was the youngest and only girl in a family of two older brothers.
My siblings and I were friends with the boys who would become our stepbrothers - we grew up on the same street. I feel very special to have these amazing people in my life and if we hadn't all moved into this big house together I think I would have missed out on that, because we would have drifted apart.
Til I was 10 years, I didn't know I had only two siblings. I always thought I had 10 and that they were all my family.
I remember that I used to mix with my friends who had brothers and sisters. I was an only child.
I was a bratty little sister. I was the youngest of three, and I often felt as though I didn't fit in.
I have six sisters, so I assumed I'd have a girl. Learning I was having a boy was really weird.
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'm used to being around kids. Even when I was growing up in London, I had an older sister, I had a younger sister that I used to look after from time to time.
I was a tomboy and I didn't have a bunch of brothers but I always wanted them and so I sort of adopted a few of my great friends to be my brother.
I've got three sisters, five aunties, and my mom. It must have had an influence on me growing up.