My rebellious music tastes flourished and burnt out in middle school. My mom hated it, she hated that I spent every last penny on music or music-related things, she hated all of the weird sounds coming from my CD player, the way it was affecting my dress, manner of speaking, etc., but by the time I was about 14 years old, I had settled on classic/progressive/underground rock and she was ok with that.
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