But the same is true for bad things as well. And so, I go back to when I was two years old. My mother and father both worked, and I had a nanny take care of me and my brother. I told my mom that the nanny was mistreating us. And she didn't really believe what a two year olds perspective was. To make a really long story short, couple of weeks later, my brother died. Horrible, devastating, it had massive impacts personally, in my parents' relationship, and my identity.