Childhood. How different it is for everyone. It depends on time and place. From the presence and completeness of parents. From the wealth of the family. From the attitude of your father and mother towards you. A mother often has one of her children as her favorite. He has his own special childhood. Sometimes a father cannot stand one of his offspring, suspecting that this is not his child. You won't envy such a childhood. But there is something about it that makes it very similar for everyone. After all, in the first years of life we know so little about the world that it seems to us that this is the only way it happens with us. And if there is a war all around and children, your best friends, are dying, then it may seem to you that this is just an ordinary normal life. Even if a miracle happened and you were lucky enough to encounter something that happens only once every thousand years, we mistakenly think that this is how it should be. For everyone, always.