The only time from childhood that I actually remember being in diapers was when I was (briefly) pit back in diapers at age 3. I had some terrible intestinal illness and couldn't control my bowels. My mom got tired of cleaning that mess so she got diapers for me until I got over it.
I've thought about this memory so many times over the last 49 years because it seems central to how I developed into the diaper lover I am today (and have been for 4 decades).
Apparently, I was a cloth diapered baby (I learned later), as my mom was a bit old fashioned and had her first child in 1965, before disposables we're common. But when I fell I'll in 1972, times had changed and, since this was only temporary, I guess she figured just get a box of disposables for the week. For whatever reason, Mom bought Kimbies - anyone else remember the uniquely-folded Kimbies? Like a,cradle, so they said, and super comfy (It was a highlight of my period of vintage disposable collecting when I came across an unopened box of Kimbies from 1971 - the very edition I remember wearing all those years ago.)
My most vivid memory is the bargaining I did with my mom, they jg to stretch of it this unexpected return to diapers - even when fully recovered, is tell mom that I wasn't sure of it was gone or would be back the next time I ate, so "to be safe" I should probably wear my diapers to bed, at least. I was so forlorn when that magical honeymoon period was over!