When I was a child, often imagined that I live in the city where all houses are built of chocolate bars, fences — from cookies, and instead of water in the river lemonade. In my city it wasn't necessary to go to kindergarten and bed early. On TV there showed only animated films. I "occupied" this place fantastic characters. It was my ideal city. If to me it was sad or terrible, I "left" there.
I grew, and soon this city disappeared. And so wanted to dream, forget sometimes about problems, not to think of the bad! The Limonadny river in which small fishes caramels lap, any more didn't seduce me. And I began to think of the new city. What it will be? What in it the main thing? Buildings, areas, prospectuses? No, probably, people. And the city will be under construction round them and for them. I will be slowly, on a brick, to erect the city in which to all inhabitants it will be good.