Best Years of Life

I am losing the best years of my life. This was the phrase that I listened to of an adolescent mentioning itself it the fact of that it does not obtain more to have equal a social life to that it had before having precociously been mother. To if thus revealing, I oppose sensu, it is wanting to say that last youth, the worse years that if to follow will be of its life or that at least, will not be so good thus. In the truth, the adolescent is not renegando the son who was born. But it is repented not to have listened the hundreds of advice and acknowledgments that had been poured to it in the ears from the moment where to awake started it for the sex.

Moved for that sensation of being able that it impregnates in them in the youth, it believed that any thing that made, could not bring it greaters consequncias and followed living everything what the age allowed it in the possible way most intense. Until it came the notice of the pregnancy, waking up it of the illusion caused for this species of drunkeness that in them is caused by hormonal flooding the one that we are> submitted in this first phase of the life. Suddenly, the wakening of an illusion and the contact with the real life, that is, the difficulties of if taking care of of a new life, mission for which not yet was prepared. It is as to alar flight in a winged object without still knowing as to aterrisar it and to have that to learn to still make it in full air. It is not an uncommon situation. We see this all the time and for all the sides. After all, the nature, then in the dawn of the life, the ones of a sensation to be a species of deuses of the Olimpo.