I grew up in a world that was clannish - old Tasmanian-Irish families with big extended families.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I grew up in a little village in the west of Ireland.
I was born into an upper-middle class family in a village in the South of Sweden in April 1899. It was a large family with seven children, a large house, and a home which was very hospitable and open to friends and relatives.
I grew up in northwest London on a council estate. My parents are Irish immigrants who came over here when they were very young and worked in menial jobs all their lives, and I'm one of many siblings.
I grew up in a very large, poor family.
My father's parents were Irish. Only a year before my father died, he and I went back to Ireland for a week to look at the old homestead.
My family actually lived in the same village for about 400 years. They had great stability until the last century. People lived and intermarried in small villages.
I've always been fascinated by family ancestry.
I grew up on the coast of England in the '70s. My dad is white from Cornwall, and my mom is black from Zimbabwe. Even the idea of us as a family was challenging to most people.
There is a real sense of family when you're around Australians, even if you don't know them.
I grew up in a great family.