Youth is a beautiful season, when everyone believes that he can achieve something big and important. When I was in my later twenties I had been working as a clinical scientist and believed that I could bring new treatments and get a Nobel Prize :-). But instead of studying my PhD in USA I expected a baby and I have become a mother instead of the top scientist. With advancing years, we often look how we are missing the boat of our hope, faith in big things as well as an youth itself. My typical expression through „little girl“ who seems to play catch-up with her own older self and laugh at him. Fleeing child face with eyes covered with melted mascara from crying over failures. Hyperbole with traces of bitterness.