My mother and I recently talked about raising children.

I: Mom, how were you punished when you were a child?

Mom: My grandfather and great-grandmother decided that I should play a violin. I hated the violin. Every time I refused to rehearse, I was placed in a cellar. It was dark, cold. I sat there for hours and cried. I was very sad. It is still hard to remember.

I: It’s just terrible, how can you do this to a child? Was your brother punished? Or just you?

Mom: There was less demand for him, but one day he was very upset, he was locked in a cellar, like me. Two hours later, the grandfather opened the door and found the following picture: your uncle found a drill and pierced almost all the compotes that the grandmother kept. He was drunk and tried every taste. Then he slept safely. He was no longer locked in the cave.

You can react completely differently to the situation you find yourself in. Someone catches his head and begins to cry. And somebody will find pluses in their position and take advantage of them.