TY, dotsie... I remember when our girls were in their teens. My husband and I wanted to go out of town with them, but, of course, they begged to stay home due to their social ties. We insisted. They fought, at first, but once we were in the mountains, in a cabin perched on the bank of Aspen Brook (which was more like a river), and we'd had only the purr of the gas heater and the water rushing below us to sleep by, they were in a different state of mind. None of us wanted to go home. After only a day or two, we were regrounded as a family.