How I love kids like this. So full of themselves at the same time that they're feeling uncertain and confused. That betwixt-and-between time of life when everything is a drama, a soap opera in which you are alternately hero/shero and fool. Nothing is clear cut. Nothing is certain. You're riding a roller coaster with someone else at the controls. One minute you're on top of the world, the next you're lying flat on your back. But look at their faces. Can't you see their optimism, their dreams, their hopes? It will turn out better next time, they say. I'll get it together tomorrow. Just watch me! Oh, I do love them. May their lives be all they wish and deserve. And may my generation and their parents' generation not screw things up too badly. May we leave them a world in which they can work and dream together as members of one family. May they find joy and peace.