I remember a life case from my childhood (I was 10 years old:
“I came out on the street. I go down the stairs and find a packed prefix on the platform between the floors. I, without a back mind, put him in my pocket. I walked and walked, remembered it, returned home: I went to the kitchen, unpacked the prefix in the kitchen, then went to the bathroom, there picked up water, then went to the balcony, dropped the prefix from the 7th floor, that beautifully fell and broke, I went happily to walk on. In the evening, returning home - my mom with eyes opened, asked me about something, I didn't understand the question, I said to the guy that I wasn't in the courses...and already going to bed I remembered that in the middle of the kitchen table I left the printed package of the prefix...Yes, I imagine what kind of lilies my father first got, and after the older brother was flogged (he was 13 at the time))))....