I am born in summer and we moved in the autumn, so I was somewhere between 12 and 17 months old.
I remember being in the hallway of the new apartment. Looking around I saw my dear yellow kiddie bed. It was a well known and familiar item and it gave me relief and pleasure in an unfamiliar place. Eagerly I cluthched my grandfather's brown trouser leg and pulled it to get attention. I made a whimpering "ng-ng-ng" sound and pulled at him to make him follow me into what was going to be my room. (I didn't know that, of course; I just wanted to get to my safe bed but didn't wanna go in there alone).
They claim small kids don't have advanced emotions, just the basic ones, but that doesn't hold true for me. It's not because I see it differently now, the feeling is the same, and I've remembered it that way since it happened.
I'm not the only one to feel things I "shouldn't" at that age. When I was 12 years we visited my granfmother in the north. My cousine lived in her basement at the time. One day his girlfriend came over and she brought her little brother who was about 2. We played with ball and had fun. Then he got upset and whined, His sister Mia asked him what was wrong. He whined and looked at me, seeming reluctant. To me it seemed like he didn't want me to understand. My first thought was that he had to go to the bathroom and didn't feel comfortable with telling his sister in front of a stranger (me). But I assumed that his sister woulld read him easier than me, so I didn't butt in.
The little boy pulled at her and she followed him - to the bathroom. I heard her say something like "Why didn't you just say so?" So my guess was correct...