In no order of things was adolescence, the simple time of life for us. We clothed ourselves with rainbow and went brave as the zodiac, flashing from one end of the world to the other. We tried of one face after one another, searching for a face our own. We wanted our parents to understand us and hoped they would give up privilege of understanding them. We wanted to fly but found the first we had to learn to stand and walk and climb and dance. Our generation was the fragile cable by which the best and that is reality life.