He was too young to know that, in any novel with a reasonable amount of forethought, there were no coincidences. - John Irving

To each other, we were as normal and nice as the smell of bread, we were just a family. In a family even exaggerations make perfect sense.

It happens to many teenagers-that moment when you feel full of resentment or distrust for those adults you once loved unquestioningly.

If you don't feel that you are possibly on the edge of humiliating yourself, of losing control of the whole thing, then probably what you are doing isn't very vital.