I was the little, funny one. I felt I was the child among grown women.
I do find it therapeutic, writing about stuff that was frightening and painful as a child, and managing to see it from an adult's point of view. To get it out of the closet onto paper, metaphorically speaking, is therapeutic.
Being a mother adds another emotional dimension, a feel for children that I didn't have before I had one. They were a pain before.
My grandmother lived with us for a short time while I was a child. Old people tend to be slightly more eccentric - they can behave the way they want.
