The End of an Era, I hope

There was a little girl 
Who had a little curl 
Right in the middle of her forehead 

And when she was good 
She was very, very good 
And when she was bad, she was Horrid

I heard that poem, so often growing up. 
I can't help but think that maybe my parents knew I was going to be trouble. 
I'm not a bad person, I'm just a little rebellious and childish. 
I make some stupid choices sometimes. I'm starting to see it.
That's the first step towards healing, right? I sure hope so.