My childhood is completely... when I look back, it was '50s in New York, upper-middle class, it was completely idyllic and golden and wonderful - sweet in every way.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I love my childhood. It was a beautiful childhood.
I had a wonderful childhood, which is tough because it's hard to adjust to a miserable adulthood.
Growing up, I had a very happy childhood, with two parents who are still very much together.
I had a beautiful childhood, so my adulthood has been really frustrating because it's - half the time it hasn't been as good as my childhood.
I have had the most wonderful childhood, and I was raised in a very loving family. And it was nothing short of an amazing privilege because I was incredibly lucky to be able to play up in trees and make it like silly dens in a bush and stuff like that.
My childhood was great, honestly. I have all these incredible memories of my childhood. I was an only child. I always had all my cousins around. I had my grandparents around. I had my parents around. I had my uncles around - whatever.
My childhood was happy, joyful but very difficult.
My childhood was endless - from eight to 18 felt like hundreds of years.
My childhood, I would say, was a bit sad.
I have nothing to say about my childhood. It was a perfectly pleasant upbringing - it's not like it was unhappy or anything.