I always tried to be the perfect little girl. Always tried to have the perfect little manners. Never wanted to displease my parents.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My father was always telling himself no one was perfect, not even my mother.
There comes a point in your life when you realize your parents aren't perfect.
My parents didn't know what to do with me, so they just pretended I was normal, and that worked out quite well for me.
Once I started to grow up, I realised that my parents are normal people and they can make mistakes.
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.
I was lucky to have parents who loved me.
I never professed to be perfect. I do something wrong or something stupid, I laugh at myself.
Whatever my situation is, I want to show that I'm not perfect, and perfect isn't real. The youth need to know that, especially.
I was lucky I was raised by parents who gave me a lot of sense of self and a lot of confidence in myself.
My parents were really nice to me.
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