I am probably five years old. Kindergarten is quiet.

The girl, which I liked so much in the kindergarten, persuades me to show her my cabbage. I reject and feel ashamed.

Let’s go to the bathroom and I’ll show you first, and then you show me.

I persuaded. We looked at each other and separated.

I went to bed and she turned out to complain to the teacher that I had forced her to take off her trousers in the toilet.

Not only did the teacher offend me, she also told her parents. So I got the second portion of the lily already at home.

That’s how, at such a young age, I met the deceitfulness of girls.