I remember I was about 2 and I was riding my tricycle in the driveway and my dad was grilling on the hibachi next to the driveway. I drove off the driveway on the lawn and fell off the bike, landing in the hibachi. I remember my dad scooping me up in a nano second and running me over to the sprinkler. Then a few days later, I remember my mom being petrified by the Tornado Outbreak of 1968 when a bunch of tornados landed a few miles from my house. Then, everything is blank after I discovered alcohol at age 3. . Weird.