My happiest memory of childhood was my first birthday in reform school. This teacher took an interest in me. In fact, he gave me the first birthday presents I ever got: a box of Cracker Jacks and a can of ABC shoe polish.
My father worked, and my mother played bridge. Every time I went out of the house, I was chauffeur-driven with my nanny next to me to stop me being kidnapped.
Home wasn't a pleasant place to live, growing up.
I lived in Beverly Hills for years. I always had a line, 'I hate the rich.' From what I witnessed after living there for 15 years, these people just don't raise their kids. I used to see the lineup of cars in front of the schools and it was all the nannies.
It's crazy how people just don't care sometimes about the kids they have.
I had a very rough and tumultuous childhood.
I didn't have a happy childhood.
Well, I had the most appalling childhood.
My family was a bunch of drunks. When I was six I came up missing, they put my picture on a bottle of scotch.
Glen had a disability more disfiguring than a burn and more terrifying than cancer. Glen had been born on the day after Christmas. "My parents just combine my birthday with Christmas, that's all," he explained. But we knew this was a lie. Glen's parents just wrapped a couple of his Christmas presents in birthday-themed wrapping paper, stuck some candles in a supermarket cake, and had a dinner of Christmas leftovers.
I'd had a rough childhood.
My parents are not nurturers. They're a bit like me: do a good job and move on.
I had a very rough upbringing.
Parents who neglect their children, who don't know where they are, who don't know what they're doing, who don't know who they're hanging out with, you're gonna find yourselves spending some quality time with your kids, in jail, together.
Only reprobates father children and then abandon them.
My parents had no interest in spending a lot of time with me. They were busy doing what they were doing, but they were not obnoxious. They were fabulous.
Most actors don't grow up with sweet, vanilla parents.
That night, like every other night since I’d met her, I curled Grace into my arms, listening to her parents’ muffled movements in the living room. They were like busy little brainless birds, fluttering in and out of their nest at all hours of the day or night, so involved in the pleasure of nest building that they hadn’t noticed that it had been empty for years.
I definitely didn't have a happy childhood.
I actually was brought up by an Airedale. I don't really remember my parents, especially my mother. It was only the dog that I saw.
I knew how much it hurt to be the daughter of people who can't see you, not even if you are standing in front of them stomping your feet.
I don't think there's anything worse than your parents being alive and telling you to go give them some money and just act like they're dead.
