To be clear, I had no idea that various early memories were from my first year until I talked to my parents about them. The memories that have been dated to my first year are:

* The time in the room where newborn children are placed. The events here were witnessed by my grandparents and told to my parents.

* The remnant of my umbilical cord falling off my belly button at my aunt’s house. That really hurt.

* My baptism. I had misunderstood the water as a prelude to being drowned and was terrified that the deacon wanted to kill me.

I assume that there are more memories from my first year, but since they do not correspond to something others witnessed and remember, there is no way of dating them to that year.

In the case of the first two, I had asked my parents about them when I could talk and they realized that I was recalling very early memories. In the case of my baptism, my mother had decided to recount my baptism talking about happy she was that I had been the only well behaved child there (the Catholic Church often baptizes children in batches). Upon hearing that, I remembered the event and responded complaining that I had only been quiet because I thought if I had opened my mouth to cry, I would have been drowned to death soon afterward. What was a fond memory for her was a horrific memory for me.