My earliest memory is from before I had any language. If I could talk, I would have called my mother instead of crying. I could hear someone stirring sugar into a teacup. This is what woke me. I was strong enough to stand and hold furniture, which is what I did. I stood up in my crib. I wanted out! I remember wanting to get out so very badly. I made an attempt to get out. I got my head over the rail, but as my center of gravity shifted, and I felt myself about to fall, I panicked, and tossed myself back into the crib. Still wanting out, I cried. A chair scraped against the floor in the dining room, and my grandmother spoke. My mother came in to hold me and kiss me.