The craziest reason was because I asked them too. I was a publisher and on the road to become a baptized little sister, but had had enough so I started seeing a worldly older boy and asked my parents to set up the meeting because I was no longer going to preach or pretend I was something I was not.
They agreed. But only because they were shocked. They had, for years, threatened their kids with two options: either keep pretending you're good and preach and receive book studies or talk to the Elders yourselves, because we sure ain't going to do it for you. They were that scared of the Elders.