I'm sitting trapped in a high chair by that table that attaches to the chair. I'm too young to talk. My mother is feeding me something that tastes awful, and I'm tossing my head back and forth trying to get away from it.
My second memory is again being trapped in a high chair and I'm screaming my head off, in a complete fury, trying to get out.
I don't know how old I was but I must have been really young if I couldn't talk