I definitely didn’t grow up in anything you’d recognize as “traditional.”
I didn’t sleep in a warm house with food cooked at home by my mom. I didn’t have sleepovers with friends or a toy box, much less toys to fill it. My parents were high up in the Church of Scientology, and from the age of six, I lived in a boarding school for children of church executives. I shared a dorm room with seven other girls; it was attached to a bathroom we shared with the neighboring dorm which also held seven girls. Where a TV would have been (if it were allowed) instead stood a picture of the founder of Scientology, seemingly watching and judging our every move.