I had a friend when I was a child, studied in the same class. So any of his enthusiasm was perceived negatively by his parents.

Like all the children of the 90s, we played the console, the parents’ reaction: you ruin your eyes, you get dull, you stop playing. I loved to read fantasy, fantasy, reaction: that you read for a mud, from such a maculature you just get dumb. Walking a long time with friends: why can you do so much on the street? Sit at home. Enchanted with role-playing games (Gusars, keep silent! Do you run there with sticks in the woods?

Two things were encouraged: sitting behind textbooks and doing homework. The ideal day: went to school, returned, washed all the dishes after lunch, cleaned up the house before the arrival of parents from work (there is nothing to noise with the vacuum cleaner), did lessons, did extra work, went to bed.

After school, the boy broke up with his parents and went with the girl to another region. He does not communicate with my family as far as I know. But the bad work did not ruin his childhood.