I didn't know who my daddy was until I was 10 or 12. Surprising as it may seem, he was living right across the street.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I didn't know my father very well; I only met him a few times.
I'm adopted, so I didn't know my father, but apparently he was pretty tall.
I grew up in a broken home. My dad was out of the home when I was five years old. I never knew him very well.
My dad was a very violent, frightening and dangerous guy. Next to him, I was this vague kind of kid who walked around, as I still do, gathering impressions.
My father described me as the oldest baby he'd ever seen. I apparently was very serious and reflective.
My father was one of ten children.
And in that time, I lost my dad and had kids of my own. It was like, OK, I get it now. I know what fatherhood is all about. And you look at your parents differently.
Unfortunately, I never knew my father and when I did, it was very briefly.
I was raised by my father; I was daddy's girl.
My mum left my dad when I was six months old, so I don't know him at all. I had no male figures in my life, really. I had my godfather, but he's more like a grandfather, so I was quite sheltered. I've never tried to find my father.