Army. When I was 7 years old, my father’s dream of joining the army began, he always made it a right decision and a duty.
You can not imagine what hell we went through with my brother, but I can assure you that only at the beginning, with time, we began to understand and appreciate that these are valuable lessons that eventually turned into fun and dreams and remained for a long time. The first day was a nightmare for us, as in the army, of course, father in a loud voice called:
Do not be lazy! It’s the end of yours clownishness, the kind of life you’ve had so far.
After which, after our protests, he added that we can still be children, but not like the last seven years. And it did not end well, we talked to our parents in the morning, or rather we listened to them. They told us about how this place looks and why we should go there, it was known that it would be enough for a house, bread and a beautiful wife, but you do not think it’s too banal? That’s also how I replied to my father and you believe it was not banal for the next 7 years, such a lesson for the future, so as not to disregard the elderly, and above all the parents. We started the normal day at 5 am, before the school there was time for morning fitness, turn-down beds and breakfast for the road, later there were other duties like routine house cleaning, reading books and cooking, and you had to find time for basic ones such as learning, doing homework tasks or a good night’s sleep. There was not much, sometimes we were so tired that we did not have time to anything, we debated about it hours before bedtime and we wondered how to get out of this oppression so we started to do it as quickly and as accurately as possible,However, the parents did not let us think about it, but the tasks only increased. We understood that a war had begun, which we would not easily win, that it would not be immediately and we would have to accept it. I remember the day when it came to us to finally talk to them about it, as I had already mentioned, we were already 14 years old, we decided to submit a report. It was not an easy task because we had to describe it with all the details, and this fact itself was negotiated for a number of years. That was our end-of-war system that was to last for many, many days. Initially, we blamed ourselves for doing something too much and now punish us, later we tried to pay back which was not profitable, making deals was not always beneficial so we decided to like it, sometimes we were dishonest so we had to start all over again, but the best situation was which has reached us, that in fact over time it depends on us not to end it because we have loved it. We talked about these moments and everyone was jealous, because every child was leading a carefree life, and we were leading a real war, we were going on expeditions and we also started our first works on the construction site. The girls were overjoyed, but they were rejected by the fact that there were two of us and they could never decide which one they preferred. Funny, we were already doing the competition, which of us should take care of the prettier one. There were different things, but there was never anything serious, we could not find out, we had more important things, like home and passions.