I remember that, although we never bought them, a couple of friends would always have Danish all-butter cookies at their houses, and I was always amazed that it wasn’t like the butter in our fridge. They were cookies! Somehow sweet and crumbly and various despite being made only of one ingredient: butter. 

 I remember my father bringing a Superman comic to the summer house we were renting from friends in Stormville -- this was my first introduction to comics and comic books.  I was put off: after all it was a book!  It looked like work!  And it was a weekend!  (I might have been in Kindergarten.) And I really didn't like Superman's forelock.  But then he started reading me the comic as we looked at the panels and I was hooked.  Of course I perceived a resemblance between my father and Superman: both of them powerful adult males.  And I was surprised and hurt that Superman was vulnerable to kryptonite.  Family Romances!

 I remember not understanding why cans of soda had to be opened on both sides with the triangular blade of the can opener.  But of course if I tried only one opening the soda was much harder to drink,