As a child, I could have anything I wanted. We were not rich, but well off, I guess the word is. Which is why I didn't mind sharing with those who had nothing. However, after Dad died, all that changed. I bailed home at 17 to get away from Ma and dad died about 3 months later. Then she promptly cut me out of the will with the help of her new slick lawyer. After that...I didn't have much. I fought for everything I had, worked by ass off, took care of my own, ON my own, any way I could.
However, I never got over the sharing thing. Still do that to this day. If someone needs something more than I do...I give it to them. Or share it, whatever "it" is.
#4 question I didn't understand so I put NONE. My favorite play to do was just getting away from home on my bike, climbing trees, being with nature in open fields, alone. But nothing beat being up in a tree as high as I could go,being covered with leaves so nobody could see me up there.