I was lost once in my childhood. I remember this case. Mom was in the line, and I was looking at the shelf on the side. I turn my head and see my mom go out shopping. Everyone was wearing a coat in the winter. As I then noticed the woman had exactly the same coat as my mom and I saw her from the back I thought it was my mom and went to her. We go and I ask my mom, “Mom, where are we going?” Here a woman turns around and I am surprised to see that this is another aunt. With screams and screams, I ran back from her, and I couldn’t find the way back to the store anymore – I was about four years old. I remember only a huge street full of people and there is no mother anywhere. Phobos and Deimos. I scream to Mom and run down there. And then a police officer grabs me by the hand and says with a smile, “It’s your mom!“He points back. As my mother later told me, she only paid for the purchase, and I didn’t. He jumped out on the street and ran looking. And then she sees me down the street as I run and scream and I don’t hear her calls. A police officer stopped me. For a long time I could not calm down and no longer leave my mother.

Let us now move to our present. The Soviet Union is not long ago. I am 28 years old. My mother and I go home on the bus. I went out of work and my mother came to see my sister and now we go home. Autumn is late. All in jackets. I slept a little. Opening my eyes, I see at the stop village N-sk I see my mother in her red jacket going to the exits. I slowly wonder, so who of the relatives lives in N-sk? Like no one. Is my mom going out? Confused the stop? I get up from the seat and go to the exit and raise my head loudly, “Mom, where are you?” Here a woman turns around and I see that she’s wrong and she’s also wearing a jacket like her mom. I turn around and see my mother sitting on the front seat, I just didn’t see her from behind the back of the chair. He looks at me laughing and asks, “Well, what again?” It was so shameful and funny at the same time. Years later, he repeated his mistake. The rest of the way we remembered that childhood incident and laughed.