When my daughter turned fifteen, she seemed to turn from a sweet, warm young girl into a cool, flip celebrity wanna-be.
I knew she had begun to hang out with a group of wealthy kids who often got into mischief when they were bored. When I caught a whiff of beer of her breath, I decided to do something.
It was summer so I grounded her and she had to work six hours a week at the local teen addiction and substance abuse center. That summer she saw first-hand how not cool the results of substance abuse can be.
I was delighted when she decided, on her own, that she began spending her time with different crowd - kids who had taken an anti-drug and alcohol stand.