When I was younger, my parents tried to make me more cultured by taking me to go see a play at the local theater every once and a while. I hated it; I kicked and screamed on the way there, and be miserable the entire time. I would have much rather went to a movie theater than that stuffy old room where there weren't any other kids and I barely understood anything that happened. Eventually, one time, my parents didn't make me go with them and let me stay at home. I was so happy I didn't even said good-bye to them. I felt bad and was worried about them after that, wondering if they would get into an accident and I hadn't even said good-bye to them. From then on, I went with them without complaint.