I was a teenager and it was a brilliant time for me. A summer spent travelling around Europe with a girl I'd been to school with, leaving school (didn't like 6th form) then leaving a job at the library (didn't like that either). Drugs everywhere, overspending on rubbish fashion.
Next, starting college - well, sometimes I went - a weekend pub job and leaving home to live with my boyfriend. We were both spoilt and our fathers paid the bills - so much freedom, just playing at grown up life. We had the party place and there was always a crowd there - more at weekends - such happy times.