badly missed and smashed my forehead into the back of the bed.
I cut my eyebrow open. What can I say, there wasn’t enough blood and screaming! The scar will be here forever.
I must say that my brain did not work then at all, or I had no brain at all, because any adequate human capable to do even the least bit of thinking would never have thought of what came to my head.
Now, when I think back to my antics, I’m just baffled. It confirms to me once again that I had no brain at all. And neither then nor now do I understand or can answer a simple question: why did I do it?
Another time I did such a thing that I’m ashamed to admit I found a little piece of wood, and I can’t remember if it already had a nail sticking from it, or I put that nail there… So, what I did:
I’d catch a moment to put the piece of wood with a nail under my mother’s foot for her to step on, naturally with the nail facing upward.
In my misfortune, but more of course my mother’s, this wrongdoing was a success, and my mother stepped on the nail that pierced her foot through.
What was my reaction? The only thing I was afraid of at that moment was that the parents would report me to the police.
I misbehaved a lot, but the rest of my antics were erased from my memory. However, I think they are probably well remembered by my parents.
Once I had a fight with my aunt, when we still were living together. I don’t remember which one of us won, apparently my aunt, because I went for a couple of weeks with a big bump on my forehead and complained to everyone, saying only two words: “Irka bump” (Irina was my aunt’s name).
At that time, I still wasn’t good at speaking and didn’t know any more words thar would be stronger and more colorful.
Well, what else do I remember from kindergarten? At that time, we still lived on Stepan Razin Street, and we had a steep uphill road called Pionersky Spusk near our home. There were no cars driving past in winter, and my dad and I used to go there for sledding.
I remember my first day in kindergarten, how I bawling my eyes out, when my mother brought me in and left.
I remember one time I had a fight with my best friend and I wanted to strangle him.
I remember peeping in the bathroom for the girls, and the kindergarten teacher put me in front of the whole group and said: “Take off your pants.”