Rodney

Oh, man. Back in the day -- the '60s, the '70s -- what you _really_ wanted your parents to do for a living was have a professional job at an airline. Because in those plush times, that meant _free standby passage anywhere the airline flew_ for any member of the family. I knew kids -- and I mean teenagers, brother and sister -- who'd hop a flight from California to London on a Friday night, sleep on the plane, bop around London all day Saturday and the catch the red eye back home. With their parent's permission, too, because as long as they were anywhere near an airline office, they were connected to home and help.

Rebellion or good, clean fun? It's all a matter of context.