I was either three or four for my first memory and I was in my house which I have lived in for practically my whole life. I was in a crib in my room and I yelled to my mom that I wanted a drink. She could hear me because of the baby monitors that she used. This may be so memorable because until I was in middle school, my mom always had intercoms which are similar to the baby monitor in a sense. My personality and identity is probably not the same now as it was at such a young age. Starting when I was six I was most like myself. I believe that I assumed that my mom could hear me in this incident but I didn't know why. It's interesting that looking back, I know that she could hear me with the monitor.
