Preparatory group of kindergarten, as they would call it now, I am six years old. The series “Slave Isaura” is shown on TV in the evenings. All the children in our group are discussing it. We cooperated and decided to lose every episode. I don’t remember exactly who’s name is in the series, but I remember the episode we played. In general, in this series, a young rich man who falls in love with Izaura agrees with her owner that he will buy her, and then he is burned at night in some barn. We had a girl in the group who was liked by many, including me. In theory, she was supposed to play Izaura, and the plump girl, who no one really liked, as I was sure, was supposed to play Zhenuaria, a fat black slave. But no, the ugly girl wanted to be a princess, and took the role of Izaura. The girl I liked, on the contrary, decided to play a fat black woman. I didn't know that. I thought that Izaura would be played by a beautiful girl. It was only because of this that I agreed to the role where they burn me at the end. As soon as I found out the catch, I didn’t even feel sorry for myself. But, in general, it’s interesting that I felt my role as sacrificial nobility. That day we even changed places at dinner to play how I was making an agreement with the boy who played the owner of the slave Izaura during the meal. As in the episode, they knocked glasses with disgusting baked milk and drank as if it were alcohol. Then they burned me. My participation in productions of the series is over. I remember a boy who stuttered, about a year older than us, came to our playground in kindergarten. I talked to him and talked. I don’t remember the reason, but the guys from our group quarreled with him, and they also decided to expel me from their company because I continued to communicate with him. I was scared and an hour before going to bed I said that I was with them. I made a choice. I needed to call him when he came to play with me. I did just that. I’m still ashamed of such a betrayal. Then I remember how they asked one boy to be taken behind the veranda from the eyes of the teacher. There was a narrow passage where he could not get out. They pinned him down and the other boy frightened him with threats. I’m also a little ashamed of my action. I remember the first and last names of my best friends from kindergarten, Vanya Pulyaev and Renat Galiagberov. And I can’t find any difference in the experience of friendship at the age of six and as an adult. Adults, not counting their parents, were perceived as creatures from another world. In the garden they fed us, established and supported rules, kept us occupied with something, sometimes scolded us, sometimes praised us. But they were not included in our world. Maybe with rare exceptions, but these must have been phenomenal adults. I began to remember my kindergarten age a long time ago. Maybe the result of personal psychotherapy, maybe the fact that I work a lot with children. But this is what I mean in my example. If adults more actively and more widely recognized that a “children’s world” exists, there would be much fewer problems for children in terms of mental health and mental development. Recognize children’s subjectivity, and it’s great that many adults recognize it, accept children’s reality, thus earning “children’s” respect, building a bridge of understanding and empathy between the adult and children’s worlds. Realize that a child is not something from which a conscious adult needs to be gradually molded, but a completely self-sufficient mental reality that develops, grows, transforms, has the opportunity and right to sense itself as “I am.” And it is important to simply learn to understand the child, create conditions for growth and development, and carefully introduce him to the big world into which children are gradually entering..