When we were in Kiev in the hydropark – I was five years old at that time – I was

My mother went to the attractions. I liked trucks, big ones.

With the cabin, they drove on the rails. There were two children in the cabin. by

The children did not argue who would "drive the car", there were two steering wheels in the cabin. by V

The car had to stand, like the mechanic in the train.

My mother, when she let me go to this attraction for the first time, told me seriously.

“You look forward, the rails are in front of you. Look at them, where

They are turning, they have to turn the wheel in that direction.”

for me – just I – shaltey-boltai, that’s what I wanted to

and concentrated).

I entered the cabin, stood by the left steering wheel, took it in my hands and stood.

Waiting for departure. There was a younger girl in my cabin.

He took the right wheel and we went on the road.

I concentrated around the steering wheel, clearly copying all the twists of the rails. The path

It was quite twisted, so time to look back at my sides.

At first there was no. For the third time I went through there.

I could have allowed myself to distract myself a little and see how

This girl does her difficult job as a driver. I abandoned

She looked at her and stirred - she turned the steering wheel to the right-left, not at all.

Pay attention to the roads. I was scared, but I did not try.

Panicking, I kept holding tightly with double concentration.

driving and driving a car, in the soul afraid of a terrible and inevitable accident. but

Since the accident did not occur, I, scratching my brains, came to the conclusion -

The right wheel is for the nearer, for such "children", and the left -

For those who know how to drive a car.

Since then, I have always insisted that I will be on the left wheel.

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