Hi, I’m Georgy. I want to tell you my story that goes back to many years, when I was a child of only twelve years old. It’s basically a true story about a part of my life over a period of four years, which created me into who I became, how I think, and moulded me into the person I am today. This story did not upset me in any way, and I think many of you will see the charm and the hilarious funny side of the events, maybe some readers could only wish that this had happened to them in their childhood. I am in no way ashamed of what had happened to me, but, on the other hand, am a little embarrassed of these exploits. I never felt it robbed me of my childhood innocence nor did I lose out on my normal childhood in any way. I suppose it could be fairly said that these experiences matured me faster than I otherwise would have, or that I learnt to run before I could walk, metaphorically speaking.