As a child, I had a ton of freedom. My mom wasn’t around much, and I did not have a dad. I ended up raising myself. I couldn't handle all the freedom I had. I ended up on the wrong path. My best friend and I would go out and party in my early high school years. We would tell our moms we were at each other’s houses. We would then drive across Maryland to house parties. One night the police were called, and we did not make it out of the parking lot in time. The police officer called our parents to come to pick us up. That night was the night my mom started to buckle down. She started verifying where I was going by seeking an address and phone number to the place I was going. I felt like my mom took my freedom away and lockdown the security. At the time, I hated having to ask my friends for their address and parents' numbers. I know my mom made phone calls to make sure I was there. I couldn't be sneaky anymore. I lost her trust to an extent. However, I was thankful she still let me outside to hang out with friends. To this day, I am grateful for the situation. It gave me the feeling that my mom cared about me and what I was doing. It also taught me what to look out for when I have kids. There is a fine line between security and freedom. I will allow my future kid(s) t