Well I was going to say no, some memories are a bit fuzzy in that timeframe, although I do recall one occasion, when mixing the medias, crawling on my hands and knees across some grass or lawn and puking in an old fishpond and thinking, "Oh jeez, I hope I didn't kill someone's goldfish." LOL

But then I remembered, when I young I decided to prove to myself I was really brave. I built sort of a lean to in our backyard yard against our swing, so I could sleep outside one night by myself. Sometime during the night, I woke up with this horrible smelling breath in my face, real heavy breathing and other awful undescribeable sounds.

I don't know how long I laid there petrified before I started screaming and was rescued, but to a small child, it seemed like forever. Our neighbour's cow had got loose and decided to visit our yard and graze by my head. It was quite awhile before I had any desire to sleep outside again or to believe I could be brave.