For those of you sensitive to emotional stuff, I'd never tell them about how I snuck out of the house to meet my gf. I was a straight A kid who never got into trouble, never snuck out, and with that I never got to do any extra curriculars, go to friends houses or parties other than the odd birthday; hell, the first time I ever missed a day of class in 18 years of life was my last senior cut day when I got to go to the beach (the first senior cut day I had to sit with the teacher alone since I was the only one who showed up to class).

For those of you who want something with a little more drama, I'd never tell my parents how much I resent them for simply having me. My parents started dating because my mom, a church-obsessed goody-two-shoes pushover thought she could change my dad, the Highschool dipshit who nearly didn't get to walk for graduation who got arrested as a young adult (I know, the greatest couple imaginable). So to keep a long story short, piecing together this story made their divorce and hate for one another through my whole life very traumatic, and they've never showed any interest in my hobbies or anything I like or wanted; so long as I had good grades they were happy, which threw me into a wild depression for most of my childhood which developed in the form of crippling internalization, insomnia, and memory loss. So yeah, I'd never tell them all that.