I don't really know if I actually remember it, or just remember hearing stories about it. Anyway, I was 5 or 6 and with my dad going to a hike-in camp. Per the story, it was about 3 miles. On the way to the camp, we had to cross a stream on a log. I was scared, so my dad picked me up and put me on his shoulders and walked across the log. He kept me on his shoulders the rest of the way to camp.