I'm more interested in the present at the moment, but for anyone who cares to read it I'll go ahead and share what insights I can into my own childhood.
To start off: I, Trope, am by definition a bastard. I have no ill feelings toward this simple fact and it is reflected as such in my signature. The apparent oxymoron presented in the phrase "magnificent bastard" fills me with warm fuzzies.
I was raised by my INTJ father who believed in such adages as "It takes two fools to argue," and "You should follow your head, not your heart." Admittedly, it makes a great deal of sense for him but for me, the latter bit of wisdom has hardly proved fruitful. *cough*Te has never worked for me.*cough*
When I was about five, I remember looking at my box full of toys and realizing that all the cheap plastic goodness in the world wasn't going to bring me any sort of satisfaction. Those things bored me so I had to find other ways to occupy myself.
I was the kid who enjoyed doing things he hadn't done before, which often meant doing the things that would have gotten me into trouble if caught. An early fascination with fire as well as sneaking into empty homes come to mind for some reason. Two things which was later combined, I might add, as my friends and I would let ourselves into the unlocked and abandoned apartments that comprised the majority of our complex to play with fire. I was also one of the fastest runners at my elementary school since I was so much taller than the rest of the kids, which suited me just fine. I liked being taller than the so-called "big kids."
When I was nearly ten, we moved from California to Texas because my father had become rather paranoid about certain issues which I needn't go into here but I will say that shortly after that point, my mentality shifted began to shift rather drastically toward INTPness. Perhaps it would have anyway, but if type is formative rather than simple inherent nature, then that move followed by the his subsequent marriage to my ESTJ stepmother drove me rather strongly into an unfeeling introverted shell. Who knows? Maybe I could've ended up ENTP. In any case, before long I stopped caring about doing well in school and even managed to get myself held back after seventh grade after I was tardy too many times to summer school.