I remember lots and lots of things. My earliest memories start at about age 4. I remember smells, names, certain events.Sitting with grandma in the kitchen, her telling me things. Some hazy details about my preschool.
From the age of 6, I remember many details about school, our house/apartment, things I did with my family, my friends. I recall the first opera I saw when I was 5 where my mom was the lead. The time in first grade I left my sweater in school and had to walk back to get it. Our yard, the games we played. My 14 y/o cousin building sitting platforms in a tree for the two of us when I was eight and getting mad tat I was too afraid to climb to the highest one.
From age 10 or so, I remember an incredible amount. I recall the names and faces of all my classmates (can still recite the roster) and teachers, recall the content taught in school and things that happened in school and on the way to school. My violin lessons, the teacher, the hallways of the school building where she taught, the cabinet with dead preserved animals (I stole a feather from a stuffed dead humming bird and kept if for years). Our family vacations. The plants and the smells of the garden of the house where we vacationed when I was 8. The time spent at my Grandma's. Forest hikes with grandma, her work space (she did pedicures from home) and chatting with her clients, the taste of the tea she made. The stairs in my great-grandmother's house on her birthday, every step filled with huge bouquets of flowers since she was the oldest woman in her village and much loved; the smell of apples in the outbuilding, her neighbor's bunnies, the smell of the hay that we fed them. My other grandma's birthday parties at our house; the set table, the place cards I made for all the relatives expected, the smell of freesias.
Family friends, birthday parties, the games I played with my friends, books we read, films we saw and reenacted, disagreements we had in our circle of friends, shifting alliances. Weekend trips, visits from distant relatives. The smell of the paint and brick work in the house as we remodeled before we moved into it when I was 10.
Very vivid and clear memories.
ETA: Smell plays a huge role in my memories. A certain smell evokes the unfolding of a panoramic memory - which also tells me that I am not just remembering somebody telling me about that event.
Edited by regentrude, 13 February 2016 - 10:03 AM.