How detailed memories do you have of your childhood?

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General question.
I mostly recall (or can recall, given i sort of not focus much on it since 3-4 years now) sequences spanning the years between mid elementary school and any later part of my childhood.

No serious memory gap in that time-span. Oh, other than one somewhat strange memory where i seem to have forgotten what happened prior to informing a fellow elementary schooler than a surgeon made of paper had maimed one of our classmates. Obviously it was mere imagination, and only happened to coincide with an abrupt departure of the supposed victim of the paper maniac, from our school, never to be seen again.
 
I have a fairly clear memory of my childhood starting from before my second birthday.
 
Very little. Just random fragments from before my teen years. And it's not much better since.
 
I have some memories from communist days, yes.

My first memory ever is vague but I've held onto it over the years. I'm probably around 3 years old and my mom is taking me to the local bakery, in the village we were living in at the time, and each time we went, we would bring back incredibly fresh bread. I asked my mom about this recently, and she confirmed that I was around 3-4 when we were there, and she remembers walking for bread, so the memory seems legit. The crazy part is that I used to remember how the walk went. It was like.. you leave the house, go down the street, turn left, then turn left again.. or something like that. I used to remember, when I was a teenager. The memory now is even more vague, all I can remember is that you go down the street and then turn left. After that, I'm not sure.

^^ This doesn't count because it's not detailed at all, just vague. But it's super old, so I mentioned it anyway.

I have a memory of me maybe 4-5 years old or so, still when we were living in the rural country somewhere (waiting for an apt. building to be built in the city) and I distinctly remember wanting to watch cartoons with a girl. I was shy about it, but it was 6pm and I wanted to watch the "Dobranocka" (children's pre-sleep show) with this girl, and we were standing under this tree with branches that were going in all directions, but there were no leaves and nothing green, just branches, with maybe some lights on top. I'm not sure exactly what this was, but both of our families were standing there, maybe just me and my dad, and her and her dad, I'm not sure, but our parents were talking, and I was just standing there hoping my dad wouldn't c!&#block me but sure enough I didn't get to watch cartoons with the girl and had to go home. Now that I'm thinking it's possible that it wasn't a crush after all but that she just had a colour TV or something like that.

That was a horribly quickly written out last paragraph, but I'm a rush
 
I have a really good memory on a lot of things throughout life.
 
My most vivid memories involve running and swimming. I'll suffice with an anecdote on football (socker, not the other kind), which we used to to on the grass field behind our house. One time, I don't recall the exact cause, I yelled "Jesus!" after some failed manoeuvre. A bigger boy comes up to me, telling me I shouldn't say that. This took me completely by surprise. I wasn't calling on the Son of God to aid me in my football endeavours.

Another running incident happened on the schoolyard as we were playing catch during school break. A boy complained to me I was running 'too low' so I couldn't be caught. This was also surprising to me, as I thought that was the point.

Interestingly, none of my youth pictures trigger any memories, although they seem very expressive.
 
My earliest memories are just memories of memories. And very likely entirely imaginary.

Does anyone here know who I am, btw? My memory is getting worse and worse. At least, iirc it is.
 
Does anyone here know who I am, btw? My memory is getting worse and worse. At least, iirc it is.

Why, you're the shoelace launderer. I've already reminded you how you've forgotten that. Have you forgotten even my reminder?
 
I have a fairly clear memory of my childhood starting from before my second birthday.

That will fade when you have to really think back to remember your kid's second birthday.
 
Eh?

Who are you? And what is this "forgetting" of which you speak?

Who am I? Who am I?

Why, that's actually a good question. Who am I?

And if who I am is in some measure a function of what I remember about myself (as opposed to your shoelace laundering, which I seem to have to keep remembering for you), what would it mean if I answered the OP (truthfully, as it seems to me) by saying that I don't in fact have terribly distinct memories of my childhood?

Am I the less me as a result, I wonder? (And if so, who's doing this wondering?)
 
I think that I can remember some significant events such as watching on TV the first man landing on the moon (I was about 3 1/2 years old) and visiting my grandmother and cousins in Romania (I was about 4 1/2 years old).

Now, my father had also made Super 8 silent movies of these events, so it might be that my actual memory is of watching the movie replay rather than the actual event itself. Or maybe the movie replay simply reinforced my memory.
 
When I was in my early toddler years, my parents went on holiday to Greece and for some reason took me with them. My earliest memory is of looking out of the window of the plane and seeing a Greek island below. Presumably this sight was the first thing, beyond the acquisition of lollipops, that my underdone mini-mind decided was important enough to really mull upon.

From then on I have only brief snippets of memory, and I can't really call them to mind without some sort of prompt that does it unconsciously (like, if you handed me one of my old school exercise books I could probably dredge up a couple of reminiscences). That's kinda the way it is with all memory though. I'd be hard-pressed to tell you what happened this January.
 
I don't remember stuff just a week ago. My memory throughout my life is covered in black. I've never been able to retell a story about my past like others do.
 
When I was in my early toddler years, my parents went on holiday to Greece and for some reason took me with them. My earliest memory is of looking out of the window of the plane and seeing a Greek island below. Presumably this sight was the first thing, beyond the acquisition of lollipops, that my underdone mini-mind decided was important enough to really mull upon.

From then on I have only brief snippets of memory, and I can't really call them to mind without some sort of prompt that does it unconsciously (like, if you handed me one of my old school exercise books I could probably dredge up a couple of reminiscences). That's kinda the way it is with all memory though. I'd be hard-pressed to tell you what happened this January.

Entry #163928: X//XV: Subject fell back to implanted memory #1923, REM<Greek Archipelago>
 
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