I was seven when velvet revolution happened. I remember few days later when my father come home from work, I went to the door to greet him. He stepped in, put h

I was seven when velvet revolution happened. I remember few days later when my father come home from work, I went to the door to greet him. He stepped in, put his suitcase on the floor, looked at me and said: "Well, from now on they will not call me comrade but mister". That was revolution for me. I was as grumpy kid as I am now adult, but I had quite reasonable parents. They would always asked me if I wanted to join some club activities or hobbies. Teacher thought I have musical ear so they asked me if I want to play saxophone. I said no. They asked me if I wanted to be a pioneer (state run scouts, every kid was member). I said no. And to my surprise my parents accepted it. I was the only one in my class who wasn't pioneer. But then people probably started to telling my parents that I could have problems later on if I don't became pioneer so parents started asking me to join. After a long while I finally agreed and started preparing for the pioneer entry exams. Then the revolution came and it all fell down. "What do you mean I cannot be pioneer?! I want to be a pioneer." I could understand when they told me that they no longer exists. I even refused to call teacher Mrs and kept calling her comrade but after a while kids started making fun of me so I eventually stopped. And I never became pioneer.