Hello dear reader! My name is Myrzabek, I come from Sunny Bishkek, Kyrgyz Republic. I wanted to share my life story. So, first, I'm 23 years old, a man, working as a doctor. I'll start with my childhood. Childhood. I was born in the summer month of July, 1995. I'm the only son in the family. I lived in a village with my own traditions and peculiarities. As a child, I was a very active boy, I could not sit in one place. Since I was constantly running (playing football), I was a lean physique. Constantly fell during the run and with bloody knees came to where the water flows, washed and applied the plantain to the affected area. When I was 10 years old, I realized one thing that someday I would grow up and earn my own money, but I wanted it already at the time when I was in grade 4, at school. It was 2005, and computer technologies have reached our village. It was at this time that computer games like Counter-Strike, GTA Vice City, NFS Most Wanted were popular, and enterprising people bought about 10 sets of personal computers and were provided for use, and for each used hour computers were paid 10 soms - $ 0.14 ( local currency). I really liked the game GTA Vice City, played it every day and spent from 10 to 30 soms a day just to play on the computer this game, because at that time a personal computer was a luxury and not everyone could afford. And that I did not ask for money from my mother, I decided to make money on my own. Almost all the inhabitants of our village had their own farm, bred cows, horses, rams. In autumn the sugar beet season came and the harvested crop was surrendered to a sugar factory. It was transported on tractors and other trucks. On the way to the sugar factory, in one section, about 300 meters long, there was a wavy and poor road surface, and it was on this site that the beets were falling from the sides of the loaded transport, I collected it with bags, every day after school I came in school clothes with two bags in his hands, and collected the beets that fell to the ground. So in one day I collected about 2 bags of sugar beet and sold them to my neighbors. On the money I earned, I bought my food at school and every day I visited a computer club on my way home. I was very happy that moment, the feeling when you could pay your own expenses made me very happy, added strength and spirit to me that there is nothing unreachable, no matter what age you are, the main thing is a great desire to want it and have a clear implementation plan. Everything went on for the time being. Mom suspected my frequent absenteeism of the last lessons from school and the fact that I stopped asking her for pocket money. Since our village is small, everyone here knew about each other about who and where. In the end, my mother learned everything and forbade me to do this business, convincing me that I needed education and eventually I realize that she was right. I really love my mother and always did what she says, because her mother does not want a bad son. At this point my first project on sales with daily income ended. What I want to say, you ask. It's just my Asian childhood story. I hope you will enjoy.