Early Memory of Mine

I remember living in the yellow house above the property where we were building the home I grew up in.  It had green shag carpet.  REAL shag carpet.  I don't even believe it had padding underneath it.  I remember I'd run my small fingers through the carpet as if I was trying to get the tangles out.  I don't remember this, but I was told we had a "rake" for the carpet.  That's just weird.  I also have a memory of being sent to my room that was in a corner of the house and having one of my many, many temper tantrums.  I know now what for (probably for pooping in the front lawn as a means to make a point to my mother for making me do something I didn't want to do or something stupid like that - just like any 2 year old would do), and my dad walked in with the film recorder.  Is that what they were even called back then?  I've seen the film when I'm crying and trying to pull myself together, but what I remember in that moment when dad was walking in was me being embarrassed that this tantrum and cry-fest I'd been having would be documented forever.  A little like right now.  It made me have to act "normal" because no one wants to be on film screaming, crying, and flailing about unless it's in a script and they're getting paid for it.  Pretty sure that's not what I was thinking at that precise moment, however.