My first vivid memory was being a tiny girl in a high chair, listening to my mom talk to our neighbor Wanda. I wanted to join in, wanted to express myself, but I didn't know how to talk. I remember being absolutely frustrated and annoyed that no one would pay attention to me.
I have no idea if I was psychic the way they say kids are or whether my ability to have sentience without speech was simply normal. I just know it bugged the shit out of me.