I considered myself a rebellious wild child. In school, I was enrolled in honors courses and excelled in all of them with very high grades. I thought because of my outstanding grades, I could defy my parents’ rules and guidelines all that I wanted. However, as I soon came to realize, my parents were the ones in charge and took very sharp measures in punishing me for my actions. I would constantly rebel even further when I could not get my way. In the process of my rebellion stage, some of my careless and thoughtless actions hurt my parents very badly. They would continue to talk with me and try to be there for me as I would go though friends, jobs, and experience failures. I would listen to them and sometimes take their advice, but never really considered them my friends. 2 Time and time again, through every event in my childhood, my parents would always have my back. When I would have problems with the friends, boyfriends, or co-workers, my parents would always be there at the end of each day to sit and talk with me about my problems. When I was having a hard time with something and I needed to pour my heart out, they would always be there to listen to me.