I still have a horrible memory of when I was 4 and my father left me for the day with a friend of the family and she only had boys and they were all older and in school like my brothers. When we got there she was busy in the kitchen so she had me go out to "play" in the backyard which was a manicured lawn with two or three 50+ foot trees in it. Not a stick to play with (my brother and I use to build little houses and villages and things in the grass with twigs and sticks, dried grass, leaves, etc. but there was nothing in this yard, absolutely nothing). I remember thinking, even at that age of 4, how hopeless I felt and impossible to figure out what to "do". Not like I was older and had anything stored in my imagination or memory banks either.