I did not go to the garden for a long time. But I remember clearly how we were almost locked in the toilet or threatened to put a goose on our naked bodies. The goose slipping on my knee, I then until the university periodically dreamed.

The culmination of this hell I remember fragmented :) Maybe I was really behaving badly this morning. In general, I was locked up in the toilet barefoot, it was late autumn, the fork was open for ventilation. I did not protest, I sat in the corner behind the pots and solitude. There my grandmother found me when she came to pick me up. And I already had a temperature of 39.5, nonsense about the dancing cup (I remember this state well) and other delights of life.

The grandmother arranged a grand scandal, the teacher was fired, the babysitter also fled.

I haven’t been to the garden anymore :)