My earliest memory was in my family home in Illinois, walking on the carpet (wall to wall, of course) towards my father who was sitting on the couch, looking back at me. I was in the dining room area, going towards the front living room, the sofa was on my right with the back towards me, up against the wall. I must have been very young, because I remember wobbling so that the visual zoomed in and out a little.
I wanted to post a photo of me standing in my crib when I was less than a year old, but I keep forgetting it at home. According to my mom’s notes in my baby book, I started standing and trying to walk very young. She told me long ago that she put me in one of those baby walkers so I could follow her around the house, otherwise she couldn’t get anything done. She said that I wobbled around in it like mad, but that I was happy to be able to follow her around the house.