I remember studies that said, in fact, our brain has recorded our whole lives, it’s just we normally can’t retrieve the memories. I saw films in college where during brain surgery the doctor would electrically stimulate the surface of the brain and the patient (who is awake during the procedure) would be taken back to childhood riding a trike on the sidewalk in front of his house. So according to this, our whole lives are in there, but beyond our grasp.
I basically CRS about my childhood. Not a teacher’s name. An illness where I was hospitalized, flat on my back, for 6 months when I was 10. Friends I had — or so I’m told. I wish I could recall. (Or maybe I don’t? Maybe I forgot for a reason.) I have a few flashes of certain moments, but that’s about it.