When I was four or five years old, I couldn’t tie the ropes. My mom and dad didn’t care much about this, so I always sat down humbly and waited for somebody to do it for me.

One day my parents’ schedules coincided, and to take me to kindergarten, Dad sent a soldier from the military unit he served in.

The soldier entered our apartment as if he were home, ordered me to dress up and quietly watched me.

And when the turn came to tie the ropes, I, as usual, splashed on the floor and questioningly looked at the soldier. He was mildly surprised and asked only one question: “Don’t you know how to tie the ropes?” “No,” I replied, and then the magic began... This guy taught me two ways to tie the ropes in five minutes.

In the evening, when my mom came to take me out of the garden, I attached the ropes to my boots. She was very surprised and asked where I had time to learn. To which I gladly replied, “Papa the soldier taught me!”

Man, if you suddenly read this post, I remember everything! Per this is the only clear memory of this age😀