You do get it. Geez, when I grew up I was a mischievous, rowdy but good, high energy kid and did not, repeat, did not, grow to become a criminal :)
My brother was the most stubborn mischevious kid when he was in school. I’ll never forget him giving Mr. Scott a roundhouse kick in the butt and him driving one teacher so crazy that he had to be put into another class. He had done something in class and had to write a letter of apology, and then put a P.S. at the end that said, I still hate you.
Needless to say he grew up went to college, became a detective, was in a Special Forces unit when we into Afghanistan and is now in Bagdad.
BTW, I have 3 boys and would probably be totally grey if not for Miss Clairol.