At first glance the group of teenagers running about on the beach could easily be mistaken for a normal group of rebellious callow youth. But that assessment would be far from accurate. If you continued to watch them, you might see them dancing in the sand to classical jazz or singing in unison around there blazing fire, their bathing suits are modest and they all walk with an air of dignity and respect. You must not however, mistake these young men and women for, stuck up, socially inept, prigs. These people are not just characters on a stage who’s lives will end with the night. There histories are long and their stories cary on. Here I will attempt to share a glimpse of those histories and a few fragments of their lives.