If only my folks had beaten me, I could have gotten some material about my miserable childhood. But as it is, I've had a great life.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I had a very rough and tumultuous childhood.
Violence ravaged my life. I was a victim of hatred, and I have dedicated my life to reversing that hatred.
I had a really happy childhood - my siblings were great, my mother was very fanciful, and I loved to read. But there was always financial strife.
I have nothing to say about my childhood. It was a perfectly pleasant upbringing - it's not like it was unhappy or anything.
Generally, all my life, I have had strong friction with life - I was a problematic soldier, I was kicked out of the army, I was in fights. There was something about writing that was a way of experimenting with this emotion.
I was happy, I wasn't beaten, and I lacked nothing. But it wasn't what people expect - it was very much sort of pinching and scraping. I don't know how my mother did it.
I had a very difficult childhood. I was surrounded by people who had both parents, which made me feel different. Having a bit of a rougher existence early on, it made me appreciate the work ethic that my grandparents instilled in me.
I had a mundane, happy childhood, without much struggle.
I had a wonderful childhood, which is tough because it's hard to adjust to a miserable adulthood.
I would rather have been beaten up in the media than live a life that wasn't happy.