I don't remember the first half of my life. All I say is a happy childhood is the worst possible preparation for life.
I didn't feel a strong bond with the parents who raised me, and I had anything but a happy childhood. My mother was overly sensitive; my father, ascetic. I was neither. I felt as if I were living with complete strangers. I suspect that my parents felt the same way.
I was fortunate to have had a lively, happy childhood, but somewhere along the way I convinced myself I wasn't wanted anywhere or by anyone if I wasn't thin.
I'm a lucky boy. Never wanted for anything; new tracksuit, new pair of football boots. I had a happy childhood.
My dad worked all sorts of jobs when I was growing up and finally ended up as a surveyor; my mum delivers meals to old folk around where we live. We didn't have much money when I was growing up, but I had a very happy childhood.
I feel really lucky because I discovered acting when I was really young, I was like nine and I think I had a really happy childhood and youth. I was doing what I wanted.
I was 20 when I was sentenced to death. My life had been on a one-way path to self-destruction for years. I don't remember too much about my early life, but I think I had a happy childhood, growing up in Philadelphia in a loving family with five siblings.
I had a very happy childhood, happy teenage years and I was famous by the time I was 22. A charmed life.
I had good parents. Two older brothers, bit of a handful between us, all got ginger hair, a bit fiery. I remember a very happy childhood.
A happy childhood is poor preparation for human contacts.
