While growing up, I lived in my own fantasy world. I had kind of a rough childhood, so I created my own reality.
People I looked up to a lot were, you know, Oprah because she had a rough childhood but overcame so many obstacles and broke barriers to become who she is. It was really eye opening to me: just because I had a rough childhood doesn't mean that I can't make something of myself.
I had a very rough and tumultuous childhood. I often wish that I had the opportunity to make my own choices in life and choose my own path. But at the same time, I realize that things happen the way they're supposed to.
My folks were drunks, and I had a rough childhood - really rough - in fact, rougher than I thought about.
I'd had a rough childhood.
I had a rough childhood.
I had a very rough and tumultuous childhood.
On paper, it looks rough, but I had a great childhood.
I had a very rough childhood and not a happy one and by age 15 I was an old person in many ways. I knew that I had to take care of myself, I um and I always did.
Artists erase reality to a greater or lesser extent, and substitute their own reality - created by their brains, instead.
My mom died when I was 16. I had a rough childhood, you know what I mean, but it made me strong.
So I may not have had a gothic childhood, but childhood makes its own gothicity.
In reality, childhood is deep and rich. It's vital, mysterious, and profound. I remember my OWN childhood vividly; I knew terrible things, but I knew I mustn't let the adults *know* I knew... it would scare them.
I had a pretty rough childhood. I was raised for a few years by my single mom, until she married my stepdad a little later.
There's slowly been a kind of shift in how we think about childhood. It's like childhood almost extends to 20 or 22 even after the end of college. When I was growing up, there was this expectation that you were on your own now.
To say that a writer's hold on reality is tenuous is an understatement-it's like saying the Titanic had a rough crossing. Writer's build their own realities, move into them and occasionally send letters home. The only difference between a writer and a crazy person is that a writer gets paid for it.