Now that I'm thinking about it, the more I think the more I can remember.
I can remember looking at myself in the mirror and looking like my baby photos.
I can remember being taken for walks in the pram in the suburb we moved to, and the sound of my mothers voice telling me we were going to live here.
I can remember a photo session where I must have been about 6 months old, and they (my parents and photographer) were having me pose with a stuffed toy dog on a blanket, in a crawling pose.
I wasn't a crawler, I always rolled, and I remember them struggling to stop me from trying to roll away, when they wanted a photo of me crawling, which just wasn't my style.
I also have a vivid and disturbing memory of why I am anally retentive - literally.
I was needing to go to the toilet, I must have been about 2 years old (as my brother had not been born - he's 3 years younger).
I was walking down the hall to the toilet, but didn't make it, and I remember the feeling of a warm heavy object in the back of my pants, and my bowels failed me.
I don't so much remember my potty training, but I remember the last involuntary episode of crapping my pants as a very young child, and it not being as big an issue for my parents as for me.
I thought I was a big boy, and I should be able to control myself.