I do not know why, but I do not remember my childhood, or rather, that was before I went to school. The second memory is even a little creepy. I go into my bedroom where we sleep with grandma. Grandma comes with me and we close the door that separates us from the hall. Grandpa at this moment is in the kitchen. And then I hear the sounds of "ku-ku-ku-ku-ku" from the hall. A couple of times the singing of a cuckoo - and silence. I run into the hall - and there is no one who could make such sounds. Toys such not was. Grandpa didn't watch TV, did not have a radio. I still wonder what happened then.