Good day! My name Constantin!

 I want to tell you stories from my life.

I want to share with you the lessons that I learned from the experience lived by me no small time in the range from 3 to 32 years!

I have long wanted to start to write essays of my life. but not as short hand to the keyboard. I want to warn stories immediately be long :)

So, let's start!!!

This is my debut! In the role of the author!

CD MAKEDIR CHILDHOOD

Childh/oo\d

I was born in a small, not a wealthy family during the Soviet era in the distant 1984. My father worked in an urban taxi and was a master of all trades. Mother worked as a painter in a large company "Merey" lacquered furniture, as well as my older brother. To be honest I hardly remember anything of the period 0 - 3 or rather nothing ...probably my operating system fault at some point in time and erased data :)

I was a wonderful child. Jolly loved to sing and dance. There was always the first. According to my mother .;) I remember kindergarten in which I carried my father. He was not very talkative. Kindergarten was far away from our home, but close to our relatives on my mother's side. We did not communicate with my father's relatives. I do not know that they have happened. But I have been very rare!

I liked to go to kindergarten. I had many friends there, and I remember I liked one girl there. But now I can not remember not her name, not the face.

The first lesson - I learned in kindergarten. Do not repeat all that are your friends. It is necessary to repeat to you. Better think twice.

We came up with the game on the swing. They have been iron. The rules were simple. It was necessary to properly swing and jump to it in the time specified and will land on his feet. Now I understand the laws of physics. But my first attempt was not successful. I swung, and when he had to jump off, I tripped and fell right under the swing. I was not sick. But when I got up to see me face my friends. I do not come to mind that the swing has not stopped. She caught up with me and hit on the head. I remember the frightened faces caregivers and parents. But I just cut the skin and after suturing, I was sent home. Of course it did not stop me and I learned to jump from it. But in the life of me this skill is not useful :)

It was the first episode of the love of my head with an iron monster. Where I lost 1-0 score was not in my favor!

Just lost my head asphalt, when I put the bike on the rear wheel and keep the balance tipped back. I've been doing these tricks while my mom was talking to his grandmother on the phone at the payphone street. She was not scared she was angry at this point, but still worried. Probably because I did't let her finish the conversation..

The second case - as there was in kindergarten. My father took me as usual in the morning. He left me at the door and went to work. I waved goodbye. I turned around and wanted to go. But the door was closed. I thought that perhaps I had come sooner or all already inside. I've been banging and shouting. But who did not open. And I decided to go to her grandmother that lives nearby.

She had me very happy. I did not explain how and why I'm here so early. And she did not ask me. I would like very much to eat. And asked her for tea. And while I was drinking tea with pancakes very pleased. I had no idea that I was already hard at looking for my father. And all the kindergarten in a panic looking for me! But my mother decided to call my grandmother. She thought that maybe I went to her and she was right.

The second lesson - that I have learned! Not always hasty decisions are correct. We need to give more time and try again.

The third case - was not so harmless. I was already a big children as 5 or 6, and my friend persuaded me to go with him to buy bread in the store next to his house. Because first he had to get the money. He lived far away from me, so we had a way to not close. we crossed the road with him at the traffic lights. and corrections were party to his house. when he took the money. We went to the store. But when we reached the goal that turned out to be suitable to store on the left side. And next there was no sidewalks and traffic lights. But my friend kept his head and famously crossed the road.

I must say the movement was not strong there. Machines drove but not a lot along the road were parked cars.

And now my friend is waving to me from the other shore of the road and called me. I do not when it does not go so expensive. I probably there was no experience. But I summoned up the courage. I approached the edge of the road. But because of the parked cars I could not see. Is there a car or not? My growth has been slightly above the hood. I walked over to the car and wanted to see paradise. Whether or not the car is going to get the time and run across? After five seconds, maybe more, I open my eyes and realize that I'm lying on the pavement near the curb and bent outwork passersby. They are so pitifully frightened and looked at me. I did not understand what was going on? I began slowly get up. I was not hurt. One nice woman handed me a scarf, I took it, but I have a question why he give me. I reached out a hand to the back of his neck and felt the pain and that something wet. I decided to see what I got dirty. blood - when I saw her, I froze. I was assailed by panic. I look at his body and saw that my chest was in the blood. I am very much afraid. Cry and that is forces rushed home crying for my mother road. Who is representing me funny, but then I was scared. I thought I would die. I did not have such thoughts. I just wanted to go home as quickly as possible. When I'm at the end he got up, the house was just a mother. She quickly called an ambulance and we went with her to the hospital. During this time, I calmed down and he was not afraid. The doctor examined me. I treat the wound. Stitches. I shook my head in bandages. So much so that me my friends in the street laughing. As soon as I have seen, and constantly made fun of me :)

I remember that when I stood up I looked at the car that hit me. She was standing near the incident. She stood for a moment, and left. I must say that we have under the law for the downed man on the machine could land and the very long term. Therefore, I understand it and not blame. What he did not apologize in front of me. I know I myself was to blame.

It was the second match of my head with the iron monster, and the score was 2-0 ...

The third lesson - I learned that the road is always necessary to move in the right place.

Here is the first part came to an end! Here and a fairy tale ending, and who listened well done! I hope you enjoyed it! Write comment!

See you in part two!

CD MAKEDIR SCHOOL

EXIT

HAPPY STEEMIT!