When I was a child in the village, I was a rare hooligan, I loved to smoke. My parents went to town and left me and my aunt. My aunt went to the garden, wiped the carrots/corns, and of course she took me with her, not leaving one of the demons.



In the garden I ran somewhere, then hid, which caused my aunt to be angry. Then I got a “good” idea.

In the garden was excavated a boiler with water for irrigation. And next to the cottage grown a hill of land from cottage. I calmly approached the cottage to see my aunt play. And then, when she turned away, I picked up a large stone and threw it into the pebble, wildly crawled and hid behind the hill. After a scream, the stone with a loud rush went under water. And after that, her aunt cried out, she was so frightened that she rushed through the whole garden on a super-sound to rescue her nephew who allegedly fell into the cave... When she ran, I stood up from the hill with such a satisfied smile, as if I had just crossed the bustling track of 400 grandmothers.



My aunt did not share my fun and poured me a lullaby. Then the parents came and when they learned about what happened, they added fun and ringing counters to me. My aunt refused to take care of me.