When I was 4 years old, I loved watching 911. Previously, there was such a thing, about various CPs, rescuers and disasters. And one day, we and the guys from the courtyard decided to repeat one episode, where firefighters stretched a special tent, and a man jumped from the window of a burning apartment.

Everything was ready. Four friends at the bottom stretched the blanket, I stood on the corner of the 3rd floor and prepared to jump.

A grandmother went by, saw this picture and asked for a jump from above to see.

WOW! There will be an adult among the spectators. This gives everything a special importance! I had to get out of the window and open the door to the old lady. At home, my grandmother calmly told me how my jump would end. She did not quarrel, did not scare me. But I was able to convince you that my flight was a very bad idea.

So, an unknown grandmother broke my career as a superstar in the yard, but saved my life.

First post, don’t bother too much :)