Literary Buffistas 3: Don't Parse the Blurb, Dear.
There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."
I've got about that much of everything up to 4th grade. Like, put together.
I've got maybe a couple of hours of memories up till school, but there's nothing reliable until middle school, age 12/13 or around there. Even then it's bits and pieces and really needs memory joggers to be reliable. I am always boggled by law shows when they demand, "Where were you on July 6th of last year!" "Uh, I dunno. What day of the week was that?"
I have many specific memories of childhood, but I can't call up days at will. I remember the birthday party when my mom dropped my cake on the way to the table while everyone was singing, for example, but I don't remember a lot of my other birthday parties. I remember a fantastic birthday party my best friend had, where we danced around a maypole, but I have no idea if I was 6, 7, 8 or 9 when it happened. We moved when I was 9, and although i remember exactly what the house we moved to looked like, I can't remember a thing about the actual move.
I do remember books I read as a kid, or even where I was sitting when I read certain of those books, better than I remember many actual events. The same with certain movies.
I think if I had clear memories of my childhood I would not be able to function.
That probably contributed to the amount of time I was in a book, and why I remember the books.
I remember everything, but I think it is partly thanks to my friend T we were in school together from 1st grade on, so anything we don't remember we can remind each other of. TCG remembers very little of his childhood.
he grabbed his crotch and told me to eat him in front of all of his friends, and I said, "I don't eat rotten meat."
Go Teen Erin!!! That's an awesome comeback!
I remember a lot of my childhood pretty well, some things very, very vividly. And then some things I remember (like getting out of my crib when I was about a year old and walking to the bathroom, while I was wearing the braces on my feet that I had at that age) may be more memories of memories now. if that makes sense. I remember remembering them but I don't have the same visceral sense memory of them I used to have.
I remember everything, but I think it is partly thanks to my friend T we were in school together from 1st grade on, so anything we don't remember we can remind each other of.
Oh and from 9th grade on, for the events we experienced together, I have my best friend from hs who has basically a photographic memory.
I remember too much of my middle and high school years. It was a miserable time and I got through by reminding myself it WOULD eventually end.
This year one of the local high schools had Carl Bernstein as its graduation speaker and one of his comments rings true for many of us - that the best thing about high school is that you get out.
I do remember books I read as a kid, or even where I was sitting when I read certain of those books, better than I remember many actual events.
Childhood book memories: getting my boxed set of Little House books the Christmas I was 6 from my godmother; going to the 3-5 grade school library and checking out all of their biographies over the course of 3rd and 4th grade; reading Roots in 5th grade and liking it (and freaking out some of my teachers over my advanced reading); sitting at my grandparents' house and reading Rose in Bloom by LM Alcott and laughing over something, then looking up when I finished the section and finding my mom and grandmother smiling at my reaction, and saying, "What?!?"
My mother didn't want to give me headphones for my stereo when I was a kid because she said I'd put on the head phones, turn on music, pick up a book, and disappear. I gave her a "And that's a bad thing?" look.
More than once, I was told to put the book down and watch TV with the rest of the family, because I was being anti-social.
All of us readers probably got the "put the book down" speech, I'd bet. I come form a reader-y family--my mom owed a used bookstore, after all--and I remember lots of books being physically takenbout of my hands so I'd do a chore or go out in the "fresh air" or whatever crazy non-reading scheme they had for me.