I rested with my mother in the sanatorium and she enrolled me for a reception. For free, it is included in the price of the trip. The psychologist got a bunch of leaves and signed what to draw on each. There were “the house”, “I”, “my family”, “the non-existent animal” and I don’t remember what else. She gave them to me in the room as a homework. I only had a pencil ball with me. No pencil, flommasters and so on. An unusual tool for a child)) In short, the house was painted with stripes so that the line of the walls was smoother. Because I painted on the bed, putting an A4 sheet on a book that was about the size of A5. It was not possible to make the line immediately. And in the self-portrait, in order not to draw my fingers, which I always managed only to try the tenth (and there is no pencil with a washing machine), I painted my hands in my pockets. By the way, family members also did not hold their hands, because she did not know how to draw the folded fingers with one attempt. In short, on the basis of these facts (the lines of the walls and the hands in my pockets) the doctor made my psychological portrait. Nothing good came out there) And uncertainty, and closure, and lack of unity in the family... I tried to explain the lack of a pencil, but no one listened to me. I hated psychologists.

Harvard epidemiologist Eric Feigl-Dean conducted an experiment with ten people to demonstrate how quickly microbes spread in a cafe or foot court.

He took a fluorescent paint and applied it to one person’s hands. Half an hour later, all ten people had the paint, three of them even on their faces.

My friend once put a small son rectal suppositories (according to the doctor's prescription, I don't know what exactly). The son, being a natural, was very upset and decided that he would never want to repeat this procedure. My father got in touch and began to remind me of candles every time. The type "you will not dress warm - you will get sick, you will have to put candles again" or "you will eat badly - there will be problems and we will put candles."



Once a child was playing in a playground with other children under the supervision of their mothers. My friend’s son barely put some ugliness in his mouth. My friend immediately grabbed his son, which he blamelessly said, "Dad, I will not be like that anymore, but I don't have to squeeze anything in the pop."