****, when I turned 18, our "birthday present" was the prompt removal of the house keys, and a simple explanation that "this stuff is ours" and the only thing I needed to worry about was where I was going to put my clothing. Cars, dressers, beds - that stuff wasn't ours. Fortunately, I was leaving for boot camp that week, so I shacked up at a girl I was involved with for 4 days. Good times. From 15-18 if you wanted to get to work, school or anywhere else, that was your problem - not theirs. I spent a lot of time riding, walking or bumming rides from friends all over SoCal.