Why it's my first memory!

Really, the first thing I can remember are monsters jumping up and down the outsides of the walls of my crib. I believe they were equivelent to some sort of cardboard cutouts that my tiny and inexperienced mind could fathom; not like the extremely 3D monsters I think of these days. These two-dimensional, horribley green beasts continued to jump up and down spiratically until I noticed something much more frightening. Somehow there was now a staircase in the corner of my bedroom, and the top of this staircase, there was man, that is, he was more of a man than a fox. He had yellow glowing eyes. Of course, no child of my age could have born much longer the terrifying scenes that I was then witnessing, and so, naturally, I jumped up shaking in my one-piece pajamas. I climbed out of my crib (trembling and careful not to look at the newly-arrived staircase in the corner) and went into the kitchen where my father was calmly sweeping the floor, as if he knew nothing about the awful, although flat, beasts that were taking over my room. He picked me up and set me right back down onto my soft, but now very unpleasant mattress. I later realized I was dreaming.