Once, I was banished to my room when I was about 5 or 6, because my mom and sister were having an "adult conversation" of some sort. I wouldnt leave them alone however, and when I heard the words "GO TO YOUR ROOM", I ran there, near tears. It wasnt very often I was sent to my room, so the fact that my mother resorted to such an extreme punishment upset me. It was then, though, that I realized I was among all my favorite toys, and why would I want to be anywhere else in the house? So instead of crying, I took a few of my barbies and started playing. When my mom finally came in to check on me, she picked me up, and from then on, they never sent me to my room, but sat me on a stool as time out.