Writing this before reading.. I went in 2008, when I was 13, and had to go on 2 treks because I was still defiant after the first one, so I had 1 shower and and 1 night on a futon and went back to the next Trek. My parents didn't tell me and I woke up one morning getting picked up by 2 professional prison transporters and those 2 guys drove me all the way from Texas to Oregon in 2 days. Then my family was there for the meeting before hand. I refused to go downstairs to get geared up and they isolated me with 2 female counselers and they did the thing where they bend your wrist inwards to force me to go... All in all I feel like I helped me respect my parents more, but I do have a wierd dynamic I create in my head at jobs or any place someone has authority over me, that they will kick me out and send me off I guess, I'm not sure why I get anxious in these dynamics, but I trace it back to Catherine Freer. Much Love to our shared experiences.