Oh childhood
A few days ago I had to go to the radio market of Zhdanovich (the Minchans know), while looking for what was needed for a long time looking at the window, I was distracted by a child's crying and whispering with the demand to buy a helicopter. It became interesting, turned around and right behind the back is a daddy with a son of 6-8 years and near the showcase of radio-controlled models of helicopters, I am also interested in aviation. I went to see what happened, and the seller did not disappoint everything shows how beautiful helicopters fly (I was fascinated by aviation modeling in the past), and the weather without the wind was a grace, in one word, the seller managed two helicopters at once which barrageed over our heads. In general, the aviation show has gathered a fairly decent crowd of people so 15-20 mostly men in the area of 35-45 years, and here a small all cries and roars what a father is not good does not want to buy him a helicopter. The men, having looked at all this matter, say to his dad that he had lost money to buy a small toy, and he says, "Yes, I bought him last week." Here the little one breaks down on a whistle and says, "Ah, I bought it, and you play yourself and you don't give it to me." Rushed for a long time. Oh childhood.
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