I look at modern youth.
Not for young people, but for children.
They ride on what they got - fireplaces, snowboards, snowboards, some kind of plastic shit that can’t be described.
This was the case in my childhood... We ran from a hill in a box from under the refrigerator)) We were filled with a full box there and this is how we came from the hill...
At night the box was dragged into someone’s entrance, and how sad it was when one morning it wasn’t found.
Then I had to ride in the TV box.

by Zanos