Freud, Freud, Wherefore Art Thou, Freud?

My parents had expected me to be an early walker. I seemed ready to walk at nine months, ten months, eleven months. My first birthday came and went, but I was still creeping and crawling instead of walking. When I was thirteen months old, we went to visit our friends, the Campbells, who were soon to move out of state. The grown-ups were talking in the living room when one of the children rushed in. "Ellen's walking! Ellen's walking!" After all those months of waiting, my parents had missed seeing my first hesitant steps. That's not all they missed. By the time they first saw me maneuvering on two feet, I was no longer walking. I was running. Since I was running to keep up with older Campbell children who were moving pretty fast, Mother thought I'd probably have walked sooner if other children had been around. I'd have walked to be with them. That's the way Mother always talked about my "first steps." That's what she wrote about them in Spitz. Nothing more. Nothing less.

At one of our coffee klatches when I was in graduate school, I described one of my earliest memories to Mother. Did she have any idea if what I remembered had actually happened?
I remembered running down a long hall towards the sound of children's voices. The hall carpet had a lot of red in it. It was probably an oriental. At one end was the living room. An overstuffed sofa and chairs upholstered in white were arranged in front of a fireplace. A man was sitting in one of the chairs, holding a boy on his lap. The boy had black hair and was wearing pajamas. Mother did have ideas. I had described the Campbell apartment. The only time I'd ever been there was the night I took my first steps. One of the children, Jackie, had been sick. Mother couldn't remember whether or not he was wearing pajamas, but he did have black hair. His father had held him on his lap. I seemed to be remembering my first steps. Was that possible? My hypnotist would know, if I had a hypnotist. And Freud would know. Freud, wherefore art thou? I'd like to know. To remember taking one's first steps would be, well, awesome.