I asked my this once when I was little… She didnt remember…I also asked her what it was like whenI started to walk,like under what circumstances and such…she didnt remember…Then, in one ;ast hope of knowing that she was actually there when I was little , I ,after looking at my sister’s baby book, asked to see mine…She had one…But it got lost when we moved.
My mom used to have a completely black cat whose name was “blackness” but was known as “cat-cat”. Every morning she would get me out of my room, and walk down the hall towards the kitchen. The cat would follow us down there and she would say “Good morning, cat-cat.” So, as was our morning tradition, she picked me up and headed towards the kitchen. She says, “Good morning cat-cat” and I look down at the cat and repeat “Good morning cat-cat.” It was very meaningful to her, because she was my mom’s favorite cat.