In the 2nd grade, I threw candy to my classmate and left it on the party. I decided to admit, I decided to admit for a long time. And it all ended up with the fact that she... no, she wasn’t fat. In short, in her head came that it was done by a cute and mysterious boy from a parallel class. I admitted that I put it. But she did not believe. And she killed with her logic: “Of course he is, he is so mysterious, otherwise it can’t be.” What is it！？



In the evening of the same day, I decided to commit suicide, nothing wiser than drowning in the bathroom. Then I noticed that the skin on my fingers was bored （washed ）and pale, I decided that with my face is the same （I did not dare to look in the mirror. I was afraid of becoming a grandfather. I ran out of the bathroom naked, crying and screaming that I was old. My mom and dad somehow reassured me, and then punished me because I was a dude, well, because we had my older sister’s girlfriend at our guests.





After that I did not fuck anymore. And like all the boys of my age, I pulled the girls for the stitches and ran away.

An hour ago I went on business, I passed by the police station, I watched my friend come out of there. I slowed, yelled at him, he sat down to me.

I ask, what kind of wind did it bring?

He said, “Yes, a couple of papers I had to sign. My smart clock was removed yesterday.

I am interested in the details, he says:

In general, I came to training yesterday, exercised, dressed up in the dressing room to go to the shower, next to me a couple of men are changing clothes. I removed the watch from my hand and threw it into the closet, took the towel and went into the shower. I go out, the dressing room is empty. I began to dress up, the clock in the closet did not catch my eyes, I thought that apparently on the machine in the bag they were thrown, and not on the shelf, and decided that I would get home, and with them.

I come home, the bags from the bag in the laundry, and the clock is not inside. Hm is strange.

I go into the appliance on the phone, look at the GPS, and my clocks in another area are determined.

I fall into the car, go to the gym, call the police on the way. I go to the manager and describe the situation. Admin's brain didn't fuck, immediately showed me the cameras who came out of the dressing room in front of me. The first man we threw away, as he would not have opened my closet at the second, but the mouth of the second he printed to me, and a little later the mentions that came told the FIO of this man and the phone.

The coins on the base broke, the address beats with what the app shows me. We went to him for guests, went to the floor, we called the house - he opens with his own person, with my clock in hand.

“You,” he said, “what to you?

I say :

- Yes, you brought the charging, or the battery will sink soon.

He immediately stumbled and confessed. Anger, he said, has gone by. I saw it in your room and I liked it very much.

Mint him under white pencil and into the department, the testimony to record.

WOW is WOW.

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Here recently in the trend of children’s hooliganistic stories and discussions about leaving children (for a short time) alone.
My son is six years old. The conditional reflex has already been developed (hopefully strong enough) on height, sharp-cut-hot objects, bicycle, highway, reservoirs, etc. I have long thought about how to develop a reflex of respect for electricity. Insert the independent charging from the tablet in the socket (under my obligatory supervision!But there is no real danger. I remembered my hooligan childhood, took a strip of food foil, twisted the ends, hold passages. I will take my son to a safe distance, an instruction, such as: "...the electricity is not visible, but it is very strong and dangerous, it passes through metal objects..." And this foil in the socket... Something I did not calculate with the width (thickness) of the strip, and the apartment machine for some reason did not work, but it was very serious, the foil burning in all directions... I myself broke up, but I do not show the type, it should be.
I quickly destroyed the burning pieces of foil. The son's eyes are "quadratic", the ears are reflexively closed with his hands. “You see, my son, what can electricity do to you if you don’t treat it carefully? Do not repeat the experience!” Respectfully and frighteningly.
Fighting with pedagogical pride, I clean tools, foil. And suddenly the son says, “Dad, let’s go again, I’ll close my ears in advance!“...

Mom, I washed the dishes, did the lessons, finished school and universe, married, gave birth to children, can I go for a walk?