It reminded. I was 8-9 years old, in the morning I played with the boys in the courtyard, I quarreled with someone, in anger I threw a small stone and hit him in the forehead. The boy has dissections, blood, intestines, tears, tears, cries, and, worst of all, a grandmother. She ran out when I accompanied the victim to the entrance, tried to catch me with a fighting scream of the type "Oh, you are an outcast man," and then, without catching up, promised to hand me over to the police, as a minor bandit. I ran into the run, into the neighboring courtyards, after 2 hours I went home to surrender, my mom was already aware, (and my grandmother had already brought to me) had a preventive conversation, and also scared the police, so that I did not repeat this. Dad was on a business trip, so the educational role was given to Mom. And after 3 o’clock the local came in...When I looked out of the room, he was filling up some papers, and his mother was telling him something. I crossed my eyes with him, realized that it was behind me, barely holding back my tears and started collecting things in the school backpack. A couple of books, t-shirts, a collection of inserts, short, all that was gained by hard work in my years. In the head there was something like once the fault, then you have to bear responsibility for it, well, and pity for yourself... (in childhood, I read a lot of books like Timur and his team and others, well, I tried to be honest and responsible. Yes, I had to argue with my younger brother and sister... Maybe it also affected.

In short, he walked out of the room, approached his mother and asked for a candy or a liver on the road. At her surprised look and the question, “Where are you going?” He said, will I be taken to the police? And courageously sneezing his nose he asked me to visit more often... Mom laughed with the local, telling him about the morning incident. Well, she reassured me by saying that my uncle came to look for the thieves who robbed the apartment upstairs. And added that she will not give me to anyone anyway, hugged me, and I was broken and all the determination to bear the deserved Punishment disappeared. A police officer writing the report? He said something like we need such striking guys and if I’m going to behave well, he’ll put me in the police. When I got rid of it, I felt a sensation of freedom and relief, which in my future life I probably experienced only after the dembel and the diploma.