I was a very troubled and wild teen. My DC had their moments, but were not like me.
They had the freedom to go out and experiment and make mistakes, and take responsibility for them, within parameters of us knowing roughly where they were and times to be in, etc.
They mostly kept to these and rarely went beyond them.
Along with their peers, they experimented with sex and drugs a bit, and rock and roll (literally, both were in bands) but neither dropped out of school, got into trouble with the police, other than being moved on, and one ran away once from his birth father's.
That was scary, but he phoned me once every day; that was the condition of me not reporting him to the police as a missing person. Then, after a few days, I organised a train ticket home.
I was AWOL such a lot of the time, hitchhiking, staying in squats, stoned and so on. I didn't discuss it much with the DC, because I didn’t want them to feel they had to outdo that, in terms of rebelling.