This happened in the 90s. I was 6. My sister and I went to the theatre. The sister got the money, I got the theatrical binoculars, beautiful, white with a lacquered coating and gold inscriptions.

And then, the sister went for the cakes. Only in the theater they were inexpensive, and we, the children of budgeters, saw these same cookies either in the theater or in dreams.

I sit, I hold the binoculars, I wait for the cakes. The grandmother of God is well dressed. Borrow a sweet binoculars, I'm old - I can't see anything, then return. I was a shy boy 6 years old with upbringing and respect for the elderly, I could not send her, but honestly believing that my grandmother could not cheat, gave his treasure to an old cute grandmother. Thanks, she fled in an unknown direction. I am a 6-year-old loch until I realized that the grandmothers are different, including the rats. The annotation ended, the sister came, the cake before her ended, I mean I sit down and don't see a fig instead of the cake.

After the speech, the sister asks, where is the bell, the binoculars? I say so and so, I sit and wait for the grandmother to return the binoculars.

How she spoke to me then. Of course, I didn’t get him back. We were looking for that grandmother.

P.S. I hope this grandmother was unable to return the binoculars due to a heart attack.

P is SS. Teach your children that you cannot trust others from a young age.