I'd probably need to ask my mother to be sure I am not subjectively or unconsciously modifying the reality...
But from my perspective, from birth till let's say 5:
I learnt to talk very early; at 10 months. Started to walk at 12 months but crashed and was scared to walk alone.
I had a special red ribbon that I was wearing everywhere, it was protecting me from falling down.
When I could walk for good, with no ribbon, I started to discover the world.
My mother was complaining that we needed to "walk" to diffrent unknown places for a while. I never wanted anybody to carry me, even if I was tired.
I was reciting complicated poems at 2 and started to read at 3.
I was often giving my sandwiches to other children, my granny was often mad at me for that.
Once I put 1kg of butter on our gate, she got mad too. Then I repainted it into another colour, red is nicer than dull dark green.
I was afraid of dark and was constantly feeling/seeing spirits around me. When I was 5 I stopped hiding under my blanket and forced myself to open my eyes, got "aware" of the darkness... I also looked at every possible corner. I remember that night as if it was yesterday...
To be continued