I left home pretty much on the stroke of my 17th birthday, and it was totally the right decision. Not only for me, with the freedom it gave me, but for my folks as well. I'd never stopped to look at it this way, but between me and my sister we'd kept my parents from being just a couple for nearly thirty years. As soon as I 'flew the nest' they reverted, almost overnight, to giddy teenagers again - it was beautiful to see. There were times in the first year or so that I ran into real trouble, but I'd be damned if I'd ask to move back in with my folks. They were back to being a young couple who've just fallen in love again - without all the 'family' baggage - and there was no way in hell I was gonna spoil that for them.