Negative. Even though I seem to have blocked out all memory of Beaver City, Nebraska, I do know that my first week of kindergarten did not go well. I don't remember if it was the first day or what, but some time in the first week of kindergarten, I had my first run-in with a bully. He took away Patch Cat (a stuffed cat toy who looks like he's made from patches) and in the struggle to get him back, his tail tore off. I cried all the way home. Mom was able to put his tail back on, so he healed. I didn't. By that point, I was already disinterested in other kids. That incident turned disinterest into dislike, and apathy into avoidance, beginning my self-imposed exile into fantasy land. Though I did have at least three friends later in Shenandoah, so it didn't completely turn me off of other people. But it is perhaps telling that one of those friends was a girl, another was a gay boy, and the other boy may well have been gay, too, considering I was "playing naked"* with him before Justin R. and I started having sex.
* The game of "playing naked" involves getting naked and giggling a lot. Nothing more than that. Can be played alone or with a partner.