I'm not sure how old I was...somewhere in between baby and toddler...but my stongest memory is the wonderful feel of being cradled in my Grandad's arms and the smell of his sweat-stained hat which he would put on me when he got home from work. It would cover my head and face completely and I could see light through the grommet holes. I felt totally safe and loved and all was right with the world.
Like someone mentioned in an earlier post, I remember how I thought pre-verbally. Whenever I am able to summon up that state of mind now I absolutely love it, but it has become increasingly harder to do through the years. I suppose it might be much like the state people who meditate seek to reach. I'm not sure. I'm glad to know someone else has a memory of such a thing.