Excerpt from book

Excerpt from what I have been working on tonight:
 
That night is so vivid in my mind, even though it happened some twenty nine years ago.  Tonight I can remember it like it happened yesterday. 
My mom and dad traveled a whole lot with me—so much so that I hardly knew when it was time to sleep or time to be up, since I was so young.  After all, it was told to me that I was around the world twice before I was eighteen months old.
All alone in that crib, like a jail cell in the pitch black, there I was.  Well, it wasn’t exactly pitch black, because there was a tiny red LED light on, but pretty darn close to inky blackness. For some reason, I was scared, by what, I don’t to this day know.  But I started crying, the young two-year old that I was, and kept crying—as if summoning the devil himself.  My parents probably wanted like the dickens for me to “self-sooth,” you know, just cry myself to sleep and put myself out.  For they, too must have been exhausted. 
As I wailed in the darkness of my room, the demons edged yet closer.  There they were, just at the other side of the room in the closet, which I knew was there, but could not make out in the deep darkness that surrounded me. 
I will never forget that, what seems like an eternity of never-ending torture was probably only a few minutes, yet like a scene from a horror movie, all the makings of the suspense and cliff hangers were there, in my mind.
Although one of my earliest memories, we are all a sum of our experiences that mar our perceptions, jading us for the rest of our victories and downfalls later.