Here I am in 1981 during my first ever four minutes of fame by getting my photo in the local paper for the big pumpkin that my aunt and I grew. (I'm the four year old)
I vividly remember that day, we rolled the pumpkin from the back garden around to the front yard and waited for the photographer from the newspaper to arrive. When he got there, I was SO nervous and shy, but excited too. I haven't changed much in that regard.
This was also the year that I was a devil for Halloween and my costume came with a little plastic pitchfork. My grandmother told me to poke anyone who doesn't give me candy. Unfortunately, I took her joking literally. One woman gave me an apple, so when she turned around to shut the door I poked her in the butt with my pitchfork. I can still remember the surprised (but trying to be polite) look on her face. Oops!