If you can actually remember them, yes.
Another memory I have is a funny one. So, I had this canyon near my house when I lived in San Diego. My brother, dad, and I were walking through it one day, and we say walking in the distance, atop a trail on a hill above us, a fat kid and a skinny kid. Both carried large, colorful squirt guns. The skinny kid had a nasally voice, and was finishing a story of some sort: "... and they say the man killed himself." At this moment, the fat kid tripped on a rock and toppled forward, screaming at the top of his lungs: "WAHH SH*T!" My brother and I laugh about it to this day, because there was no context and yet it was so amazingly funny at the time.