I had so many. When I was 4 Dad had dug up an indian skull without my knowledge. I started having nightmares of a skull in hell screaming "put me back!!" When I asked Dad if he had a skull the look on his face told me he did. He took it back.

Was doing calisthenics when I was 4 and when I went down to do pushups I hit the coffee table with my head and got 5 stitches.

Found a dead, rotting rat under the sink when I was 5. And also had my first bad tooth at 5. Never forget how that hurt. Funny thing about that though. It forced my first visit to a dentist. They gave me some sort of pill and I was discombobulated.

Can't say my first buzz was traumatic. I loved it and to this day I'd love to feel like that again.