The sounds had come from the orchard. Peter was there, as well as Jenny, so I knew the sounds should be high. I should hear their shrieks of laughter but I couldn't and they weren't. The sounds I heard were sad. They were sad and gloomy because the orchard was on fire. The flames were not orange tongues but they were black and you couldn't decipher them from anything else. The theme is the harmful effects of insanity and people drowning in puddles.
by Christina and Rachel

Isn't it weird that we'll be looking back at today and judging ourselves? I mean, we'll be calling us immature and over-reactory. Today could be the strangest day of your past. Think of a time when you were young, like younger than me, and you cried not because you hurt yourself, but because of something someone said. Right now it's the thing that least concerns you, but then it was the worst thing that could and would happen to you. At this point in life you may be having some mid-life crisis, but probably later you won't remember all of it or the turmoil.