"...it would really, really suck..."
I have always been curious about the apparently random and inconsequential things that somehow stick in the memory. I always figure that there’s some reason why I remember, say, a particular bird flying from a particular tree when I was about ten years old; and other very prosaic memories for which no reason that would cause them to stick in memory seems apparent.
Maybe something else important happened at the time, and I only remember the bird; or maybe everything we experience and observe really does have meaning - we just don’t consciously grasp it all.