My older kids were. One time each. There is a cure.
One I bet my mum wished she had known about, because I was a Champion Door-Slammer. Defiant, loud, deliberate. SLAM.
And Mum had not just me to contend with, but also my two sisters.
There's only 3 years between us all (well 35 months, if you want to get technical) and that
However, when puberty hit, it hit hard. I was a cantankerous and moody bitch, so nothing much has changed there, but the sisters followed closely behind.
To the best of my recollection, one slammed occasionally, the other saw it as a personal challenge when doors remained on their hinges. Just like me. (so proud)
However, no WAY was I going to allow my own kids to slam doors! I devised an Evil Plan.
If they slammed a door, I made them open and close it 10 times quietly.
Bet you wish you'd thought of that in time to cure me, Mum. XXX