I’m 6 or 7 and I’m sitting in the toilet (where there’s a bathroom, a dishwasher and a washing machine) and crying. The grandmother comes:

What happened?

I put my toothbrush into the toilet. I am unconscious, wow.

Oh, nothing terrible though. Was it washed? Just wash it with soap and clean it.

No, I broke yours.

And further to the mountains, my grandmother immediately threw out the brush, and for a long time reminded me of my handshake. At that moment I understood about the arrow, although there was no such term yet.