I came to London when I was 16 and lived with my older sister.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
When I moved to London at age 16, tired of the shuffle around other people's houses and ready to live on my own, I met my English brother and sister, who instantly claimed me as family.
I used to visit London when I was younger with my family. I feel very close to the city.
I always loved being in London and being near my parents.
Although I'm not from London originally: I moved down here when I was 16, so it's played a part in my life. It's where I've lived for all that time.
My mother had lived in London since I was little, so she never got to see my school plays and stuff.
In 1965, I was 11 and in my last year at Junior school. I was living with my mum and older sister in a rented flat in south London - my parents had separated when I was five and got divorced a couple of years later, which was unusual at the time. My dad was working abroad, and I hadn't seen him for several years.
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 grew up in London. My parents and I lived in West Norwood, then we moved to Norbury, and I went to the Brit School. I'm a South London girl at heart.
I always went to my sister, because she was older and had the care of me after my mother died.
Being an only child, I didn't have any other family but my mom and dad really, since the rest of my family lived quite far away from London.