To be honest, I've always had far too much freedom. I had a job when I was 10. I started living on my own when I was 17 or 18. I've earned my own money; I've traveled the world. What would I rebel against?
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I grew up with too much freedom. You can't define yourself.
I made my own assessment of my life, and I began to live it. That was freedom.
Growing up in the '50s and being in the '60s, in that revolutionary time space, I thought freedom was what I was looking for. Slowly but surely, it became clear that the last thing I was interested in was freedom. Because if you're going to be free, you have to be free from something.
I made a comfortable living for several years. I invested, and I protected myself, so I enjoy that freedom.
I was always a rebel in the sense that I always wanted to go my own road and do something that nobody else has done.
Freedom is what you do with what's been done to you.
I didn't feel the need to rebel as a teenager. From age nine to 16, I went to school in Montreux in Switzerland, and it was heaven. I went to England for the Easter holidays, Cyprus for Christmas and summer holidays, and I was delighted to have that independence.
I want to give myself the freedom not to have to be projecting my whole life ahead.
My parents were lured to America by the democracy here promised. In our family, freedom was a word to conjure by. Hoping for larger privileges for the growing family of children, they brought them to the New World, the world of many intellectual as well as material advantages.
I want to have the freedom to do whatever I want.