I’ve given this particular question a lot of thought. My teen years were complicated. The sole purpose of my existence during the early portion of my teen years (13-16) was to graduate high school and leave home. The latter portion of my teen years were spent coming to the realization that the world was a bit more complicated than I had given credit, and surviving. The memory that stands out the most for me (as far as happiness) is the summer I received my high school diploma and left home.