I come from a highly moral family. I was very much taught what was right and wrong, and in my perception of things, I did something that was very wrong. To know that, and to then be so publicly exposed, was very hard.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I had a very moral upbringing, and spiritual in a sort of not very specific way.
My parents were pretty lenient with me. But, they gave me morality while I was growing up. They taught me the difference between right and wrong.
For me, the moral difficulties lie in the continual pressure brought to bear on my friends and immediate family, pressure which is not directed against me personally but which at the same time is all around me.
Family and moral values are so central to everything that I am.
My mom broke the mold. She put my brother and I first, always, and worked her fingers to the bone trying to provide for us. She taught us right from wrong and gave us very strong morals and values and belief in family, things that have stayed with me.
I was so determined not to pass on to my children what I perceived to be the faults of my upbringing.
Our parents set the moral tone of the family. They expected more of some of us and less of others, but never less than they thought we were capable of.
I have raised the morals and sobriety of the people.
My parents were always very strict, and they gave me the right beliefs in how to treat people. It was very strict and all about morals - I try to pass that on to my own children.
My mum had a very strong moral code, which I kind of came with. I never really had to be told what was right or wrong - I knew. I was very mature from early on and I was a very good girl, so she never had any trouble with me.