I went a little crazy.
I was born into the midwest Church of Christ. Which was just a step less restrictive than the Amish.
Everything was a sin. Everything was no.
When I became a teenager I let loose in a big way.
I worked for about 2 years for an organized crime group... VERY similar to the group in the movie "At Close Range".
Thankfully the son of the groups main man saw to it I was not to be involved in the criminal side, so I tapped kegs/stocked beer and cleaned the large lounge they owned. I was 15 at the time.
He gave me my first car, a 1966 Ford Fairlane. My parents thought I had a job fixing up rental houses.
I started drinking way too much, at 16 I was in a 4 car accident with a fatality. We were at fault, the driver was killed. I have no memory of how I ended up standing outside of the wreck. Somehow I was mostly unharmed. Me and the other kid, who also somehow wasn't hurt bad, took off running. The police tried to figure out who were the two kids that ran off were (witnesses saw us) But we were never found out. This sobered me up.
Long story short... after grand theft auto, B&E's and other such nonsense, thankfully never caught, I somehow pulled my dumb ass out of that lifestyle and turned myself around.