In a year when all normal mothers are trying to shove their children off to grandmothers or nannies, mine did not even think about it. When all normal children were allowed to scream at night, they ran to me and shook me in their arms, they never forgot to give a pacifier and pat me on the head. From the age of three, they listened to me, and did not let me taste all the delights of this age, when no one listens to you. When my peers rested at the ice cream stand, they bought me whatever I wanted. This is probably why, even at school, everyone loved me, And in my life, like other bruises and scratches from fights with classmates. In the fifth grade, when all normal people were already starting to scandal, piercing their navels and eyebrows, I, spoiled by good upbringing, studied at four and five, and in my perverted concept, piercing was not considered a sign of special distinction. I never even managed to quarrel with my parents normally. Of course, sometimes the conscience of a normal person woke up in me and I tried to catch up, but everything ended in dust, either I, laughing at what I said, continued to live my wrong life, or after my one-sided tirade they immediately agreed with me and the incident was settled. And the worst thing is that I have never regretted the loss of time that I wasted mediocrely on physics with Algebra. And even now, realizing the horror of my losses, I am not ready to admit that I wasted my time. Ah, childhood, childhood ...