I had a mundane, happy childhood, without much struggle.
I had a happy childhood.
I wrote poetry, journals, and, especially, plays for the neighborhood kids to perform. I had an ordinary, happy childhood. Nothing much was going on, but I had fun.
We grew up in a nice house in a very middle-class area in Bolton and had a very happy childhood. My mum, Falak, who was also brought over from Pakistan by her parents as a kid, devoted herself to bringing up me and my younger brother and sister, Haroon and Tabinda, and my elder sister Mariyah.
It was a fairly happy childhood. My father was working away, and my mum brought up five kids all on her own.
It's never too late to have a happy childhood.
My early life has given me a great deal to draw on, certainly - but would I have swapped a happy childhood for the writing? Yes.
I look back to a happy childhood.
I had a happy childhood, with many stimulations and support from my parents who, in postwar times, when it was difficult to buy things, made children's books and toys for us. We had much freedom and were encouraged by our parents to do interesting things.
I had a happy childhood: extremely outdoorsy and independent.
