In my earliest memory I believe I am about 1 year old. I am crawling on the carpet in my family's living room. According to my mom, I did not learn to walk until I was about 13 months old so if I was still crawling around, I was probably about 1 year old. In the memory my mom is standing in front of me. I think my dad is sitting in our rocking chair. I feel a subtle sort of continuity with this former self. I actually feel like I sympathize more with very early versions of myself than I do with, for example, my middle school self.
