A brief thought that takes me back in time, to my 18 years and then forward again, to the 18 years of my first daughter: how many differences.

My youth, friends, raids on mopeds, a low wall where you can sit in the evening and tell every story, the ever-present football, the desire to know and make new friends, the loves that blossomed during a village festival or a walk in the most important way.

My daughter turns 18 today.

Life is different, the difficulties are greater, economies are smaller, technology has invaded our existence but deep down we are a family and what we have around us will never affect the true values, the children of the past and the children of now do not they will never be different in the eyes of their parents.