When I was a young child, I must have had some kind of fascination with riding lawnmowers. When I was about two or three, I’m told I would disappear frequently only to be found several blocks away trying to start a nearby neighbor’s riding lawnmower. My parents were thrilled that I never figured out how to start it.
The results were projected to be horrific.
I would like to say that I have no memory of this whatsoever. I have some pretty decent memories for big events when I was a child, even remembering an image my second birthday. I have trouble comprehending that I would remember nothing of repeatedly running off to steal riding lawnmowers.
I have to at least entertain some doubts regarding what my parents have told me.