I was around four years old. My parents were having a little party in our apartment, probably around 20 people - it wasn't a very big apartment, so it was quite crowded. I was playing with some toy, running around the living room and kitchen area. I was so focused in my game, the people around me kind of blended into the background and I pretty much forgot they were there. Suddenly, I had someting I simply had to tell my dad. I looked around for him and saw his back. I ran up to him and tugged at his shirt. He turned around. Only it wasn't him. It was one of the guests. My father has a full beard - this guy was shaved clean. The difference between my expectation and what actually was there startled me, and I started weeping. Then my dad picked me up and all was right with the world once again.