 And I had a whooping cough, I think. But I almost died. And then I had a terrible reaction to the medication that they gave me for it. But my second memory is a photographer trying to get a picture of me in a Christmas sweater. And I was hallucinating. So it was like a Jack Nicholson movie, you know, from the 1960s. How old are we talking about? Like four or something? I was two. Holy mackerel. Yeah.