We own a house in downtown SLC that is more than 100 years old and has been in the family for SIX generations, now. Steve had his first "deep thought" in the front yard there. He was standing next to the rosebushes, which were on one side of an iron fence. Apparently, the deep thought consisted of, "There's a rose . . . and a fence. Soft . . . not soft . . . whoa . . ." (he was like three)
The first deep thought I remember having is actually my vert first memory. (Fitting, eh?) I was standing on the balcony of our crappy third-story student apartment at BYU (where my parents went). I was looking over the vast expanse that was Provo and I thought to myself . . . "Man. I am so *old.*" (I was 15 months old. Just a month older than Lily is. That's a scary thought. Especially because my next thought was that my particular parents were going to require a lot of patience for my entire life. And it turns out that compared to them, I suck as a mom. What goes around comes around . . . EEK.)
Anyway, here is a picture of Sam having a "whoa" moment. He's holding "Scoop." In the background is a real life "Scoop." He thought it was kinda cool.