I was one. I did not drink at all, smoke pot or do any drugs, and I was a virgin when I got married (HONEST!), but I was still a difficult child. I had trouble in school so I didn't try. Never did homework at all. Didn't care if I failed. Although I didn't do the "naughty" stuff, I had access to a car at all times so after I got my license I wasn't above helping my less cleancut friends get to places where THEY could smoke, drink, and have sex. I helped a friend run away once. I mouthed off terribly to my parents. At times, I raged and even threw things. I lied all the time about where I was. If my parents tried to punish me I would start to cry and say, "I'm going to k ill myself" which always stopped them cold. Although I suffered from some very serious and real depression from thirteen on up, I really never meant to kill myself and only said it to get my way. It usually worked because my mother, in particular, was really concerned about my mental health issues. I would cut school so that I didn't have to go to gym, which I hated. I deliberately made my parents think I was taking drugs because they were always asking me if I took them. I figured if they didn't believe me, may as well let them worry. I did the same thing with sex. I wasn't sexually active, but my mother was extremely worried that I was, so I just let her think so (same reason as the drugs). When having a knock down, drag out fight with mostly my mom I would rage and swear and scream. I was NOT fun. I got my payback with my daughter who took drugs...lol. My mom used to say, "I hope you have ten like you!" Well, no, only one, but she almost gave me a heart attack! You?