I have a very early memory of being in a crib and it was dark in the room but light outside and I crawled out and over garbage bags ( the floor was covered in them) . I remember the layout of the house and I also remember I was all alone. My grandmother confirmed that it was the first house I ever lived in and that the garbage bags were dirty clothes, as apparently my mother would bag up dirty clothes and diapers and leave them in my room. We moved from that house when I was 18 months old. I think this was my first realization I was alone.