Another funny little story. When I first learned about the concept of "midnight snacks", I was so eager to try it out.
So one night (I was probably six or seven here), I waiting until exactly midnight on our crappy digital clock and crept down the stairs in my house into the kitchen. I took a slice of American cheese out of the fridge, opened the back door, hid under a bush in our garden, and unwrapped the cheese.
Then I ate it, went back inside, locked the door, and went back upstairs into my room and promptly fell asleep.