The Story of My Life

By Calum McKenna

There was a time not long ago when I was young and free. Those were the days when your friends would come chap your door and ask you to come outside and explore the vast open world beneath your feet. But not all days were sunshine and roses. There were days when there was upset and distress. My very first friend was called Reece and my father always warned me of his bad influence, but I never listened. I never listened because my father treated me like I was young and dumb. He made me feel like he always knew best which made me continually rebel against his authority. However, as the years went by I started to notice that my father was right so I decided to end my friendship with Reece.

I went to college to study Art and stayed on for 2 years. Yet, when I thought I had it all, the future took its toll and I faced one of the worst days of my life: when I was evicted from the family home where I was raised and had all my memories. I was still challenging and questioning and demanding to know why to everything! I was cast out because of my rebellious nature. I had to stay positive although the situation was negative. I was placed in various homeless facilities where rebellion found me again. The rules in these places were very strict and made me feel like a prisoner. There were always people watching over me and I needed permission for friends to visit and stay over. Again, looking back, I broke all of the rules because I was frustrated and angry at being told what I could and couldn’t do and who I could and couldn’t see. I felt I’d lost my independence. 

After 1 year and 6 months, which felt like a lifetime, I was offered my first flat in Kirkcaldy at the age of 21. I started to feel at ease then because I was glad I could concentrate on myself. It was around this time that I started a relationship with my fiancé. She helped me overcome a lot of obstacles along the way. I’m so thankful to her. I felt I had finally got some control over my own life.  But the moral of this story is that our adulthood is influenced by our childhood and that rebellion is part of growing up and understanding who we are and why we are the way we are. We may have days where we feel that all is lost but all you need is a little love and care and everything else sorts itself out - with a little push. That’s being a grown up.

The future is a wonderful thing but you never know what is around the next corner. So cherish the days and do all you can to prepare for tomorrow because sometimes life is strange and things happen that you can’t control. Perhaps you can! Perhaps there is still a little rebellion left in you which will make you stand up and fight against the things you disagree with or feel are holding you back in life. Words can be powerful if they are heard.


identity, childhood rebellion, assertion