"What's your favorite childhood memory?" asked @johnpierremaeli.
I was probably only three; it was summer and I ran through the sprinkler with my brothers. I was wearing my red bathing suit. But then my bathing suit was all wet and uncomfortable. It was cold and clammy. So I took it off, and with great solemnity, handed it to my grandfather. He seemed to understand the importance of what I was bestowing upon him.
"Thank-you." My grandfather bowed his head and I ran off, completely starkers.