My Mom used to make me and my little sister Amy go to meetings we VERY rarely missed one. I used to sneak the keys out of her purse, ask to go to the bathroom, and slip out to the car, crank up the stereo with some "heavy metal", and smoke cigerettes when I got older.(I think I may have tried to "borrow her car" while she was in there too.) It was so much fun, but after awhile, here she came to get me, and tell my dad when he got home from work. I got a whole lot of beatings like that. I never could quite grasp how having "fun" and accepting a "challenge" was doing anything "wrong". Shouldn't my dad have praised me for being so "smart"? Or was I "hardheaded" as he told me as he was beating me?