The days of my youth I remember as nearly always in need of explanation, and not as much fun as advertised in the promotions for board games and breakfast cereal.
I hated childhood, and spent it sitting behind a book waiting for adulthood to arrive.
Well, I had the most appalling childhood.
I was an unhappy teenager, and there's just no way around it.
Happy children do not seem to grow up to be writers.
My idea of Hell is to be young again.
My childhood, I would say, was a bit sad.
I never had any childhood, for the word means sunshine and freedom from care. I had a starved and pinched little childhood, as far as love and merriment go.
I was sort of a miserable teenager.
I consider my teenage years as being desperately unhappy.
