As a child, I was a very active child. My parents did not have it easy with me. And although I was not capricious, but managed to quickly exhaust anyone, because the energy in me was like that rabbit from the advertisement.

One day my mom’s beloved aunt came to visit us. They have not seen each other for several years. In the city, my aunt was on the road after a long trip and was going to stay with her beloved niece for a few days.

I was 4 years old then. I passed through our narrow two, like an army of Hunts, leaving chaos and destruction behind. My aunt only had one day of contact with me. By evening, she had already picked up her bags, said goodbye to her mother and rushed home on the train.

My parents were so worried about my excessive activity that I was even drunk with valerian and driven by doctors. At the reception with another neurologist it turned out that I was completely healthy. Meanwhile, the doctor asked my mother if I was the only child in the family. Her mother jokingly said that she would not dare to have another such active child soon. The doctor said very seriously, “You think so. After all, if one child had to be tortured well, the other will be a “gift.”

This reception at the doctor made a strong impression on my mother.
A few years later she gave birth to a younger brother. As my mother later admitted, the doctor was absolutely right. Indeed, if you struggle with one, the other will be a “gift.” This was the “gift” for me.