No memorues, here. We were blessed with "that boy" as other parents and family regarded him, born wild. I chose to give pipes and cigars up for some years because there was very little time for sedentary reflection. We had a lot of fun, no peace, and extraordinary stress, but although it was a constant challenge I do consider the whole experience a blessing. He's a teenager now and doing well in spite of a few remaining developmental issues which we expect him to conquer. I guess that's my best memory... we made it. We showed up and parented a Tasmanian Devil successfully (so far). Now when I smoke a couple of bowls I know I've earned them.