I don’t know why, as a 12-year-old, I felt all the gravity of events and decided to meticulously write down everything that was happening that day. For a teenager, the developments and characters were weird enough.
But one thing remained clear. Great changes lie ahead and I will be part of them. This evoked pride and interest. So what will happen next?
Time passed and my childhood diaries are gone. The August page, however, is still a vivid memory. I only partly recall how Ukraine was born and grew up after Aug. 24. I fell in love, entered a teacher training university, studied.