Just everything. Yes.
When I was a kid I had a carpeted walk-in closet and it was situated above the main staircase so the floor sloped with the ceiling above the staircase. I used to sit there on the floor in the closet for hours just hanging out on the slope contemplating life as we do when we’re five. I remember one particularly unfortunate day when I discovered a glass of milk I had left in there from one of my oreo-snacking contemplation sessions. That was rancid. That left an impression.