Wow. Mine wasn't half that bad - it was just a bit miserable. My parents had recently got divorced and weren't talking to one another, I'd just moved in with my mum, miles from where I used to live, so was lonely, no friends... But a friend of my mum, who was visiting at the time, bought me a bottle of pink champagne. It was so nice of her - really stuck in my memory.

Thinking about it, it's possible that my cat died around that time, too. I have such fond memories of my teenage years.