Childhood passes, but remains in memory and lives with us. I remember when my father gave me a bike? My surprise (but there was more joy!) was that the bike was given to me in April, and my birthday is in October. The bicycle was given to me on April 13, 1961. I also remember how at the beginning of November, the same year 1961, teachers (teachers) ran around the kindergarten screaming and crying and tore portraits of Stalin from the walls... I also remember, I was still in kindergarten, how portraits of Khrushchev were torn down. In the fall of that year, I went to first grade. And also... However, there were many memorable events in my childhood