(such as if you happened to have been a real nice person in your grade school years, and whether grandma never had to yell at you nor spank you and you always ate all your cookies, drank all your milk while keeping the basement clean and organized).
I'm bottom of the pile then. I was always in detention at school. My parents put me over the washing machine and took a belt to me. I hate milk on its own, and I don't eat cookies. I rebuilt a motor cycle gearbox in my bedroom as well. This probably shaped my character, and this may or may not be good.
Seems like the rebellious roots of a potential cyberpunk.
