It had to be because my memory is of laying in my crib. I remember being put in my crib and not able to walk or get out of my crib so I had to be pretty young. What I remember though was to appease my boredom of laying in my crib, I would look at the window and turn my head from side to side and make the distorted glass change shape.
I was talking to my Mom about this and I knew where my bedroom was too. I mean, I was not even four when we moved from that house. I also remember bedtime. I remember having to go to bed before all the other kids and the only way I would lay down to go to sleep was if my older sister Karen would lay down with me. (No wonder she resented me!) And so we would go in her room, lay down on her bed and fall asleep. And then every single morning, I wondered how on earth I got to my own bed.
The third early memory I have is of sitting in my high chair at the dinner table and they are passing around a jar of mustard with a pump. It was one of the first times they had that and I was fascinated with it. I watched as everyone pumped mustard onto their hotdogs. I didn't get to do it. Damnit. I have been obsessed with those things ever since. Kidding. But it did show an early affinity for materialism.
So this is what I gather from my early memories... creativity to appease boredom, a refusal to sleep alone and materialism.
Nice.