I was into using drugs once apon a time and for some strange reason parents trusted me....I was a good con. I become a Christian,stopped the drugs and for some strange reason I was no longer trusted, and these were by people who knew nothing about my past. One time I invited some friends to Church on a Friday night, and then after church we went to a Christian pizza place and listened to a live ban. I had everyone home before 10:00 because I knew the parents were very strict. When I arrived at the first persons home the parents had already called my parents several times asking where we were.WE WERE WHERE WE SAID WE WOULD BE. I had already told these parents where we were going, they could have called, yet they did not call these places. I heard the one mom talking to the other mom saying..."Well if thats were they said they were..." And then she shrugged her shoulders. I then suggested she call the church to verify, but she would not. The other set of parents were equally untrusting, and these were kids who never got into trouble...I was stunned. When I got home my parents told me that they kept telling them where we were because they kept calling them and that thats what I do every Friday. My parents were really frustrated. Then one time one of those friends fell and hit her head on the skating rink, we took her to ER, and her parents said I was using drugs because of my tourettes sydrome, a couple days later this same parent noticed my ticking and apologised, but they had already grounded their daughter. What baffled me was, if they didn't trust us why not call and check on us? If they thought I was using, why not notify my parents? Strange....I become a good girl and I'm branded bad, yet when I was a bad girl I was branded a saint......Go Figure. I just decided I was just going to enjoy who I was and my new found faith. But the sad thing was...these parents really messed up their kids. How sad.