In general, I was 90 some year, I was about 6-7 years old. We lived at Chukotka in the town of Anatira. At that time, the city was not developed, it was quite calm in terms of crime, we walked by ourselves as children from five years of age. From school in 1st grade, I also went home to the other end of the city.



My favorite activities after school were either walking with friends on the Verblüja sopka, or on an abandoned building behind the pioneer palace, or sitting at home and watching the telecast. Oh the TV. These were the remarkable times of orchestral rubber ads with its "place for kisses" and uncles in a white coat and synthetic cushions, which in the twisted magazine TV Park considered the poses of Brazilian women. And also advertisements of some wax strips that will "make your legs gentle like silk".



I was crazy about the advertising of these wax strips. It was some sort of magic when the aunt glued a piece of paper on an absolutely bald leg, easily and with a smile ripped it off and pleasantly smoothed her leg afterwards. Sometimes we sat down with classmates after classes at my house and waited for this advertisement. But the hell knows why, but obviously not after what you thought, dumb reader!



In short, one day our little counsel decided that the legs after such a procedure really become just a super-popper, and you should also try it somehow. Naturally, we didn’t have money, where did such luxury come from the first class in the 90s! They decided to use false means. The wax ribbon was defined by us as “a rectangular paper with a brown sticky substance,” it remained to be obtained. They got a pack of paper from Dad’s table and put one of their friends to cut the papers into rectangles. Also in Daddy's table was found a tube of Clay Moment (brown and sticky). I think you already guessed what happened next.



In short, when my mother returned from work, she saw a remarkable picture of five roaring first-class girls, deadly wrapped in paper from fixtures to belts. I remember how long she first mocked us, then laughed, then cried and laughed at the same time. Then she had to call other mothers to come and take their cursed children home.



The process of removing our "wax strips" was long, painful and even painful, including the hardest washing machine and a whole list of different solvents. His legs were still glowing with their redness and burning.



I have not trusted advertising since then.