In the third grade I decided to leave the house. I wrote a letter to my parents about the fact that their refusal to take the dog from the street made me crazy and now we and Tuzik will live separately. I took a suitcase from under the sewing machine (everything you had was the same: brown with a fabric pad). She put her bags and went into the yard. She hanged it all on the child's bed under the tree and began to play with her dog.

By evening I was tired of it and I went home. Mom came from work and was surprised to see a suitcase with laundry stuff in the hallway. I hid the letter on the table. No one knew about my protest.