I remembered moving from Sacramento to Los Angeles with my mum when I was seven and my sister was three or four.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I was born in Sacramento but moved to Los Angeles with my mom and my little sister when I was seven.
In the summer of 2009, in the wake of a crisis in her life, my mother moved from San Diego to San Francisco to live with my 16-year-old daughter and me. My mother was 77. I was 51. Despite a chorus of skepticism from friends - who knew about my upbringing - I was determined to do what I could to help my mother.
My parents moved out to California in 1968 from Ohio in a VW station wagon pulling a little trailer. I was 4 months old. They were following the energy out here.
My mom's one of 13 siblings, and they all got six kids, and till I was 13 everybody was in Compton.
I travelled to California when I was 18 and went to Los Angeles State College.
When I was 18, I moved to Los Angeles to attend UCLA.
When I was 13, my family moved from a suburb of New York City to Miami, Florida, and we moved there the Friday before Labor Day weekend.
I moved to Los Angeles when I was about 20, all by myself. It was exciting. I had this moment when I felt like I needed to put on my big-boy pants and just make that leap to see what would happen.
Just before my final year of high school, my brother, sister and I moved with my mother to San Francisco.
I grew up in Los Angeles and always wished I'd spent a childhood in a far different place.