I remember being in the crib. At that stage in life, your experiences are almost a half dream state. You don't know the difference between dreaming and reality, I don't think. I remember being in the crib, and images on the wall coming to life and talking to me. I thought a spot reflection of sunlight on the ceiling was a being of some kind. I remember seeing "ghosts" that scared the crap out of me walk into my room and around my crib, but they were Halloween type "ghosts," i.e., sheets, so my assumption is that they were my older brother and sister being mean to their baby brother.
I also remember my grandmother mockingly laughing at me for still drinking out of a bottle past my second birthday.
