As I look back at my relationship with my parents, I realize that we have gone through an interesting cycle together. When I was a kid, my parents were everything to me, the smartest, most interesting, most loving people in the world. However, when I turned 13, there was a drastic change - I suddenly developed a very _______ view of them. I thought, they were unreasonably strict. While I loved everything new in music, hairstyles, and clothes, they seemed boringly __________, wanting everything to remain the same. Our conversations, which used to be so deep and satisfying, became _________ chats. I felt as if I had nothing to say to them anymore. If we _______(e)d a conversation for any length of time, I quickly lost patience with what I considered their silly, old-fashioned ideas. To my friends, I often _______(e)d them as hopelessly out of touch with the modern world. But now, as I'm making the _______ from my teen years to adulthood, I've had to _______ that I was wrong. My parents are the same patient, loving, wise people they always were. I see that I used them as ______s for my own uncertainties and for problems I had caused myself. I assumed they had their own agenda and would not listen to opinions different from their own. Now I know that I can _________ my plans and dreams to them, and they will listen with respect. I hope I will never again let my own interests _____ me from recognizing my parents' genuine love and concern for me.