I remember being at a beach, playing in the sand. I remember the sensation of water rolling over me, the taste of salt water, and the gritty sand. I apparently was submerged by a wave and managed to swallow some of the seawater. From family history documents, this happened when I was about 2 1/2.

I also remember being in the hospital once. I remember the sensation of moving and watching the ceiling lights go by and the elevator door opening. I was three, and my brothers and I were all in to get our tonsils taken out (they did things that way when I was that age). It's the only time I was in a hospital as a patient until I was in my thirties.