I grew up in a house of no love or emotion - it kind of sticks with you.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I grew up in a culturally radical home, where strong emotions were forbidden.
I grew up in a Southside suburb of Chicago. It was idyllic. But I was plunked into a family that was not artistic and didn't know how to deal with my emotions.
I have lived too completely, I think. I have known every human emotion.
One of the reasons I was so unhappy for years was because I never embraced my emotions and I was trying to stay in control.
When I was growing up, the top movies dealt with grown-up, complex emotions.
When I was growing up, I never felt that I belonged anywhere because we never lived in a house for more than three months. That's all I knew, and that's why I don't really belong anywhere.
I grew up in a dysfunctional family.
I felt there was a lot of love in my house. And my mom was, you know, the basis of all that.
I grew up in a happy household.
I grew up in a house that was in a constant state of mourning.