My parents told me that when I wouldn't sleep they would take me for a ride on their magnificent Volkswagen Beetle, and only then I'd get sleepy. A couple of years later, my twins brothers were born and they stopped doing that.
I think most adults liked me, but I was usually neutral about them. I disliked some specific ones, and I think they were able to tell, because I hadn't learned how to hide that fact.
I remember being involved in some fights, and I still remember some facial cues of one specific kid that was probably the only one that could beat me back then.
I remember one girl being crazy about me, but I mostly ignored her. My mom still remembers that. Sigh. Apparently, she was pretty.
Not many stories from toddler age. When I was a little bit older than toddler, I had a quick conversation with my father about the Comet Halley, which is visible from Earth every 75-76 years. I casually said ''too bad you won't be here to see it next time'', and apparently that wasn't the kind of things kids are supposed to say. He asked why, and I innocently answered ''because no one lives that much''.