The best story from my childhood....I was 7 years old, we in the garden grew roasted pearls (those in the form of a letter v) and my father decided to climb.Naturally as this and it is the strength to get up enough, and vice versa - no, sits on top of the caviar and asks me to bring the staircase, well I as a decent peasant, I followed her, then I decided to visit the best friend and call to play in the console now or dendi it doesn't matter, I clearly agreed.

It was 3 hours of play and here I remember, his mother, the ladder, I’m running home. Scream from the garden:

Did I give birth to him?! to

As a result, my father spent 3.5 hours on pears, and I then lived with my grandmother for 2 weeks.