I got drug in the back room because my best friend had a boyfriend. She was unbaptized and they never saw eachother anywhere other than at school (It didn't last long and they didn't do anything more than kiss) but it was found out I knew about it, so I was a party to her sin... you know... the sin of holding hands with worldly boys.
They told me basically I was lucky they didn't disfellowship me, but since it seemed I was repentent (I started crying) they would let it go at that. Looking back... it seems like a huge tempest in a teapot and totally rediculous, but at the time I was physically ill for weeks over it. Every time the phone rang and my Dad disappeared into his office I wanted to throw up.
All the more reason to let my own children lead a normal life.