Well considering my memories go back to a little under the age of two it’s not everyone.
It depends on the person.
I remember my first friend being killed in a first generation yellow Honda civic.
I still remember him.
I remember the big blue Oldsmobile that replaced the Honda at his house.
It’s fostered a lifelong dislike of Hondas it happened just shy of my 3rd birthday, I still remember being angry with him as I had no concept of death. I’ve never liked my birthday as far as I can remember.
I remember the day a year past when he was killed his mother trying to kill his father with a silver 1981 Plymouth Reliant I was a bit shy of four.
I remember the pain of an infection from when I was three I still have the scars so there is a reminder.
Why? well I haven’t a clue.
My best stab in the dark guess is that our strongest memories involve pain and fear and most people aren’t in much pain at that point in their lives. I convinced myself I chose not to forget but I really don’t know.
Interestingly I recently talked to his father due to a random encounter. I was picking my mother up from physio and they recognized each other. He was surprised I still remembered his sons face. I have no photo so that’s not the source and I haven’t seen his family since I was very small.
Well considering my memories go back to a little under the age of two it’s not everyone.
It depends on the person.
I remember my first friend being killed in a first generation yellow Honda civic.
I still remember him.
I remember the big blue Oldsmobile that replaced the Honda at his house.
It’s fostered a lifelong dislike of Hondas it happened just shy of my 3rd birthday, I still remember being angry with him as I had no concept of death. I’ve never liked my birthday as far as I can remember.
I remember the day a year past when he was killed his mother trying to kill his father with a silver 1981 Plymouth Reliant I was a bit shy of four.
I remember the pain of an infection from when I was three I still have the scars so there is a reminder.
Why? well I haven’t a clue.
My best stab in the dark guess is that our strongest memories involve pain and fear and most people aren’t in much pain at that point in their lives. I convinced myself I chose not to forget but I really don’t know.
Interestingly I recently talked to his father due to a random encounter. I was picking my mother up from physio and they recognized each other. He was surprised I still remembered his sons face. I have no photo so that’s not the source and I haven’t seen his family since I was very small.
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