While I don't remember much about this era, there are a few snippets of events, but mostly I've heard the stories so many times that they now seem like memories. Perhaps most famous is the time I took all of the old newspapers in our garage, rolled them up somehow (or folded), loaded them into my wagon, and delivered them around the neighborhood. "Used?" you say. Yeah - what did I know! I was three and just being a paperboy. Of this one I actually think I may have a vague recollection.
What is clearer to me is that I had a wonderful childhood and that on occasion I was quite a handful.