In the past sixteen years of my life, I have always played the role of a good kid...
Life is going on calmly, smoothly and evenly...
However, only you know the rebellion in your heart...
That summer...
Skipping classes... Falling in love... Drinking... Fighting...
I did everything I shouldn't have done at that age...
Turning into a bad boy completely, perhaps should be called - degeneration...
But why do I still miss that time?