I was a day in the world of children, buying gifts to nephews.
I walk in the rows and choose toys. I see a young father, 25 years old, with his wife and two daughters: the older five years holds his hand, and the younger, two years old, holds on the other hand. They go, they look, they choose. And here comes this two-series young daddy into the boy's department, where helicopters and quadrocopters are sold... you would see his eyes! They were amazed at the beauty and capabilities of this wire-winged radio-controlled equipment, and at the same time there was universal sorrow in his eyes. He looked at the toys, his girls, and realized that, well, he could not buy himself (under the pretext that children) this wonderful helicopter. Or a quadrocopter... The wife will not allow. All these experiences were written on his face with arshine letters. The most that shone on him is Barbie, kitchen and soft toys.
And I know how lucky I was. After all, I have a helicopter, a quadrocopter, and a machine with an internal combustion engine! And two sons!

and Igor. 49 years.