Even at an early age, I rebelled against my strict upbringing. When I was 9, I built myself a 'make-out fort' in our backyard from wood, filled it with candy, and invited my blond, blue-eyed neighbor over to kiss.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I would have rebelled against parental authority, no matter what. When I was 15, I started painting my face and making my own clothes.
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.
I didn't grow up in a regular upbringing. I ended up at my grandmother's house past a certain age, so I took care of things myself. I moved out of home when I was 16.
I went through a period of great rebellion within my family, when I was about 9 or 10. I was mad, I had no focus, had no real interest in anything, and so I started to do things that were just rebellious and stupid.
My parents were strict, but it was the world I lived in. I had no idea there was a world outside.
My upbringing was solid because of the people I had around me.
My parents had us very young. We lived in a modest house. We built forts, we hiked, we went camping and they wanted us to be independent. It's how children grew up in the 1940s and 50s: outside all the time, playing in the dirt, riding your bike around.
My mother insisted that I have a normal upbringing.
I never rebelled against my parents - I worked hard, I was responsible, and I didn't go to high-school parties.
My parents weren't very strict. They've always trusted me to be independent and make my own decisions. There wasn't really anything to rebel against.