I would like to be a careless teenager all over again. No care for the future, no past, only the present. The time when I felt like I was born to be immortal. The clouds of smoke, the strong beverages and the parties like there was no tomorrow. The garage Jam sessions of wannabe rock stars. When we penned and sang our lyrics about love, peace and utopia. Those were the years when we were scared to reach the twentieth year of our lives. Head banging for eternity, teenage years do come back to me, cuddle me and take me back to you in time. Where is my TIME MACHINE?