Kind of odd but at that age my parents could trust us implicitly with guns but not much else.
I worked awfully hard at the time but drank and partied (never any dope) just as hard and ran with a pretty rough crowd.
We got in lots of fights had a lot of wild times in general and even though pretty much every one of us had at least two firearms in our trucks we never did anything unlawful with them.
My parents instilled in us clear lines we knew never to cross and we also understood the finality of death and dismemberment.
Unfortunately that seems to be lost on a whole lot of kids from the last generation or two and it does my heart good to see that there are still some parents out there instilling the same kind of values in their kids.