1984

Fortunately for my 2 remaining sisters, I soon outgrew my cherubic vampirism. Guided by the moral compass that was the 2 squirrels on my cardigan, I decided to use my abilities for good. Between countless naptimes, I slowly honed my skills until I was able to jump on a trampoline without getting ice cream on my face.
Regrettably, having moved to a Soviet satellite state, we were forced to boycott the 1984 Los Angeles Olympics, just as my ice cream/trampolining powers were at their peak. I was doubly crushed, not only was I denied the chance to shine in all my squirrel-cardigan glory, but it turned out the Olympics were not a giant ice cream/trampolining festival at all.