My son was never a very obedient child. He was always very energetic, and would usually let his energy fuel his curiosity. He had a hard time fitting in, but as a parent I'd still bring him to the park to try to help him make new friends. Most of the time though, he'd just sit on the swings, mindlessly doing this half-swing while staring at the other kids who were playing together. You could tell he wanted to play with them, but he just never really let himself cross that boundary.
When he was 11, his dad passed away. He'd been an alcoholic for most of my son's life, and was as good of a father as a drunk could have been, but nonetheless, they had a tense love/hate relationship and my son never really found a way to channel those feelings. We had to move to a smaller house in a poorer location, and he started his secondary school knowing absolutely no one. To my surprise, he ended up making friends and would typically come home late after school because he'd go and hang out with them.
Well, fast forward a few years, he's 19 years old, actually completed high school and decided to take a break from school and moved in with two of his friends in a neighborhood that was fairly well-known to be an unsafe area but my son and his friends were very strong, and I trusted them to be safe and just did my best to best to be there to help them with anything they might need.
It didn't take long after that for me to get the worst phone call I'd had in 8 years. "Mom, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to do it. I don't know what I was thinking... I'm so sorry." I was in tears. His voice told the whole story. "I killed a man. I love you. I'm so sorry mama." I couldn't even respond. After what felt like 5 minutes of silence littered with sniffles, he continued. "I know what I did was wrong. I'm not going to see you for a long time. I had to do it. I didn't have anything on me except my knife. If I had my money, maybe they would've just taken that and we would've been able to go our separate ways..." he stopped, his voice became filled with anger, and he shouted. "BUT THAT MOTHERFUCKER HAD IT COMING WHEN HE ASKED ME WHAT I'D DO FOR A KLONDIKE BAR!"