I remembered.

I was sent to my aunt to give the key to the apartment, my mother strictly said. “Don’t lose your key.” I took the key and went. I go and think, “I’m not going to lose it,” and I think, “I need to practice finding the key to find it quickly.” I look at him from all sides, and with all my strength I throw him forward, closing my eyes.

And you know what? Yes to! I lost him.

I searched for that key for several hours. What was my relief when, all dirty, crying, I noticed the flash of the key. I ran to him like a naked man, grabbed him and went. With the confidence that I’t lose him.