I remember babysitting a brother and sister when I was 13 or so. I didn't know the family at all. The girl was older, and she created a lot of drama, acting out all kinds of crazy scenarios, crying, then yelling, then laughing and being sweet. When it got close to the time her parents would be home she said to me very matter-of-factly: "I've experienced all of my feelings with you tonight: anger, happiness, sadness, frustration, excitement." I didn't know what to make of it. It was pretty confusing. She made it seem like I was the cause of all of them, but I hadn’t really done anything. The only thing I could think of was maybe one of her parents was a therapist, because I knew a kid whose mom was a therapist, and he was pretty messed up.