At the age of four when parents left me on the playground for about five minutes, having previously agreed that I would stay on the swing and not go anywhere, the second rang. Two minutes later it seemed to me that stupid adults had simply forgotten where I was. Ah, these adults, they always need to be taught everything! And I, sighing, went to look for them. I crossed a couple of highways. Spun the streets. I met some man who turned out to be dear to my heart, and I, taking him by the huge hand, busily talking about my life, went to his house. Thank God, the man turned out to be really good, he interrogated me about knowing the phone number and address. I chanted the memorized numbers. An hour later, gray-haired parents came for me, shook my man's hands for a long time, thanked me. They didn't even scold me out of fright. Only in a trembling voice they asked all the time: "Well, how could you leave ?!" To which I, as calmly as always, replied: “You were gone for a long time. I went to look for you. "
I never liked to wait. Now I have just angelic patience, by God.