I was 5-6 years old. My mom is at work, my dad and I are at home. The trouble did not predict anything, went out to the store, locked me on the key. I put something on the plate that I don’t remember exactly. After two minutes the door closed, the nightmare began. The bowl burned (seemingly, the oil fell on the bowl), I poured a bowl of water on it out of fear, straight on the plate, the bowl was thrown into the dishwasher and poured water, the smoke was... But this is all nonsense, I don’t know what I clicked in my head, but I was so scared and decided that the apartment needs to be left urgently.



At the time, we had two doors, the first wooden and the second iron. Nothing came to my mind better than to break the door (on the second iron I did not think then), the warehouse right in the corridor, the tail where I knew, grabbed it and began to tear it. According to the 4 to 5 points, I did well.



Dad came, almost fainted, didn't fall, calmed, about the tail and the fire of the mother prohibited strictly, as a result, about the mini fire of the bowl mom learned immediately, I didn't have time to wash everything well, the smell of the bowl, I don't remember. But she didn’t see the door right away. The door was almost always open when we were home.



I remember all the fragments, I remember the scandal, I remember my mom screaming and my dad justified that he was not there for just 15 minutes. What I thought about when I was about to open the second iron door, I don’t remember anything. But here is the wild fear of a possible fire and a tail, I still remember.