Probably, my story will seem to you or nonsense, or nonsense, and someone may even envy me. The fact is that my parents are punk, from old school. The appearance is corresponding (sweatshirts, torn jeans, chains, iroqueries, etc.). Mom is an illustrator, dad is a proger, both have a free schedule, so they can afford to look like they want. Many of my peers (and I am 16) dream of such ancestors, but only they, as in that joke, confuse tourism with emigration. The transitional period, when teenagers do everything badly to parents, I passed quietly - I am not forbidden anything at all, and it is uninteresting to rebel. As a result: I am indifferent to alcohol, I have never smoked, I prefer jazz and instrumental music, I study well, I want to become an archaeologist. And this is incomprehensible to my parents, who believe that youth is given once and it must be lived so that everyone remembers. My sister is 12, and she has repeatedly received a whistle from her mother for listening to pop (and what else to listen to a girl at this age?) is

And yesterday I accidentally heard the conversation of the ancestors - "Here's the hell, we raised two civilians."