I always hated living with my family, and my parents recognized that. I was a gifted student, and they thought I was responsible enough to live by myself at the age of 16. I moved into a trailer that my dad purchased when I was 14 and we had an agreement that he would pay the bills until I was 19. I thought this was perfect. Since I had a job I could purchase things that I needed, and save my money for other things since I didn't have to pay the bills. I could also go out and do whatever I wanted really, because I didn't need my parents permission to go out anymore. It was also good in the point that I could smoke. There was no smoking aloud in my parents house so now that I had my own place I could hit the bong with a couple of my buddies whenever