Up until 6th grade I was actually very good. Very shy. Very afraid my dad would beat me if I fucked up, so pretty obedient. After that I kind of got mad and my whole goal in life was to get over on my dad, and get away with what ever I could. Nothing too serious. Even when I was misbehaving, I was always acutely aware of any consequences. Just smoking or cutting class. I got in trouble a lot, all the way until I moved out at 18.A lot of flushed pot and broken cigarettes. It got pretty dramatic at times. I was the 4th out of 5 kids. Very busy, noisy, chaotic house. Today I can't stand noise and chaos.