As a child, the enormous task of having fun, is given to us, we then multiply that and add the information we are absorbing: that billboard with the big money signs and the girl with great rack; the ultra powerful hip trendy people that are a mere show stand for deceit (thing shown in those mirrors do not reflect the essence of reality, only a faint scent of it), the music, enemy lines during a war acting as the ever returning to life hero soldier, virtual love, drugs-sex-rock&roll, etc.
It's such an amazing view how the clay turns slowly into whatever shape vase, and then it can proudly be display, given of course, the correct dosage of social behaviour and antisocial scheming, parents think the little versions of them self have finally succeeded, but all we want is to be accepted as a different person from our parents, with our own tastes, our mistakes, our virtues and we don't need a patronizing gaze, just for them to realize we are our own, even though they helped making that happen.
