I remember very vividly the day I decided to rebel and be a “troubled teen” , or rather my moms worst nightmare, as I so kindly described it in my daily journal entries’.   I had it out for her and my step- dad because I thought they had treated me unjustly, and I wanted them to hurt as much as I was hurting.  I think thats how most  kids get started on the path to being a troubled teen; I know of quite a few that felt the way I did, and reacted in the same fashion.  My decision was based on the fact that I had grown up too early, and now I wanted to be a child and as irresponsible as I could; feeling I deserved a childhood with no responsibilities was the fuel for my fire. A troubled teens home was my ticket to sanity.