My mother was responsible for everything around the house, and she worked really hard. My father was the main bread-winner in the family. Overall, my family was one of those typical patriarchal families where father is the head of everything.
When I was very little, I stayed at home with my mother. She did not assign me much work to do. My responsibilities included some usual chores like to bring something or to clean the dust. My father left home early in the morning and came back before the dinner. I was wondering what he did there, but I understood clearly that he brought money from work. My family had a humble life, and I was extremely happy when father brought some treats for me. We always had dinner together, and I was sent to bed after it.
During the day I spent much time playing with other boys who lived close to my house. They were of the same social status, and we shared our toys to make the games interesting. The process of sharing and exchange revealed who wanted to be friends and who had more influence than other children. Many of us collected cards and stickers which went with bubble gums. Any boy who gathered more stickers than others was treated as a leader in the group. All in all, stickers were treated as a sign of power.
My childhood changed radically when I joined my father at work. I was 7 years old when I spent the first working day in my life. I do not remember whether I was very tired, but I do remember that I was extremely happy. First of all, I spent that day side by side with my father. Second of all, I felt really important and grown up. I perceived work as a game. When I was 7 years old, my father was the biggest authority for me, and I was ready to do anything to make him proud. He did not ask me to do something difficult, but he kept me busy all the day long. There were some little responsibilities which I did personally. First days were difficult because I did not treat all my