I remember a harsh upbringing. Childish stuff was frowned upon, and maturity was encouraged.
In a brief tangent, I remember some adcouncil notice from a few years back about how art is good for kids, and in it they had some stuffy looking child in a suit and tie riding with his mother somewhere, and she turns on some music, then he grabs the dial and turns it to a stockmarket report station, and I didn't know if I wanted to laugh or sigh because that was basicly me. Not by choice though.
I'm also told I didn't speak until a time after my third birthday, and people thought I was retarded growing up. I'm told I used to make noises like an animal vocalizing. Not speech, just noises. I remembered liking diapers back then, but I also remembered I should be big and grown up and diapers were for babies and thus, bad. I remembered wearing rubber pants (presumably, diapers underneath), and I went and tugged at someone's robe/pants leg and asked 'How much longer do I have to wear these?' and the reply was a smile and a pat on the head.
I don't remember much from before 12 or so, but this was one of those moments of utter clarity in my memory. For all I know, I could've been squeaking at them and not speaking english, but in my mind's eye, I was certainly. Not many other memories from that time except one not worth going into, but suffice it to say, i'm probably the only person on this or any other similiar place who HATES footed PJs.