7 to 8 years. The holidays, all as planned: taken to my grandmother to host. There lived a wonderful friend in the neighborhood, Daria, to whom I could come and play in her yard (private house).

One day a large company of friends gathered with Darya and I turned out to be the smallest.

After dating and a couple of games, the company decided it would be a great idea to lock me in the summer kitchen. Somehow they dragged me there and closed the door on the other side, and they laughed and walked away from the kitchen.



I didn’t look inside. There were unnecessary things, tools, bags, etc.

I came across a familiar thing – the cochlear :)

My grandmother and grandfather called me a little cockerel because I loved to melt the furnace and drill the coal.



I take this heavy straw, I approach the door, I close my eyes and like a heracle on it!! It was half-glass... A characteristic “crust” broke out. Fortunately, they ran as cute, because further in the plans I had windows... opened the remains of the door, I went out and headed to the exit from the courtyard.



After that, my relatives were “written out a check” for the broken door, but they seemed to refuse to pay, because I explained the situation. We were no longer friends.