In the courtyard 2019. Time is unremittingly running forward, and looking at my three-year-old daughter, I understand that I will not have time to shake my eye, as I find myself in the situation in which most parents find themselves.

Now my daughter doesn’t care what she’s wearing, how much her dad earns, and what iPhone they introduced a week ago. But very soon, everything will change.

In my three years, I was the same. Maybe at this age everyone is like that. Over time, we begin to want something. And not always what we want fits into the family budget or common sense.

When I graduated from high school, my only dream was to ride a good car around the city, riding beautiful girls. Idiot, you can say. Of course I will agree.) This is the normal dream of a boy from the countryside.

I dropped on my mom and dad’s brains long before that. Class from 9th. And only now, through the lens of time, I realized how competently my parents taught and studied me.

After I finished school and entered the school, I had a car of time, and had no idea what to do next. And here, like snow on the head, this long-awaited gift. Such a silver, such a long-awaited Volvo S80 (in principle I didn't care what Car, but would be expensive rich), but with one condition. The car is paid at 70%, the rest of the loan and you shut it off. Service, refuelling and other things are your problems. You call for help, the car is put out for auction.

Fortunately, there was no limit to me. I immediately went to work, grabbed all the offers that came, and...

Half a year later, I began to realize that I was riding the car from morning to night. To fill the soil of trouble, the other soil of trouble is already trouble (for which all money went). I don't ride girls, as either at work or sleep after work, and money then in the circle. Then came it – winter. The salary of the 18-year-old boy was not enough to cover even 30% of the loan from the car and its maintenance, and here it is still necessary to find money for winter tyres. I found, twisted, a year has passed since the moment of the purchase and here is another blow from the windshield... Dad says that I would have to provide an extended casco policy to the bank, and it is worth like four of my salary.

My parents borrowed money. Sold the car. I have been cold with the cars since then. I thought a thousand times before I wanted something.

So my mom and dad gave me what I wanted so much, they taught me what to want as much as I could and could.