I grew up in an average middle-class family. I don't think I even knew any friends who were fostered or adopted.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Honestly, I grew up in pretty modest circumstances. We were a middle-class family.
When I was young, I grew up in a family of working-class people. Not just my parents, but my extended family, as well.
Every single kid in my group of friends at school was from a single-parent family.
I don't have any friends from my childhood because I didn't stay at one school for very long.
I was raised in Brooklyn and in Baltimore. My father was a bookkeeper. When I was 36 years old, my mother told me I was adopted.
A lot of people think I grew up with just my brother and me, but mom was there even when she wasn't. We had a good household.
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 didn't have parents, so I lived in people's homes... And because I grew up with no parental role models, I learned to become my own friend, eventually my own father and my own mother.
When I was growing up, my parents took in foster children. From a young age, I learned that there are a lot of children in need.
Meanwhile I married and I adopted three kids who were all from one family and then later I was divorced.