I struggle to imagine NOT remembering childhood. I mean, I don't remember everything, but my earliest memory is from when I was 2. I know I had to be 2 because the memory was from being in the backyard of a duplex my parents lived in prior to moving to Cali and we moved the summer before my 3rd B-day. That's not the memory though, The memory is of talking to my cousin, who is a year younger than me in the back yard, and looking back at the "house." It was yellow.
I also remember bits and pieces from living IN Cali. I remember my parents fighting over whether or not to move back to the midwest and my mom telling my dad she didn't want her kids growing up to believe the sky was orange (I don't know that I ever told her that I remember that.) I remember playing with the next door neighbor kid, who's name was Derek. I remember the blimp coming over the house at a low altitude and hearing the sound. I remember my 3rd birthday and being at "Tiny Tot School" prior to the party playing a musical chairs type of game, but with shapes.
And I remember our move from Cali to the Cleveland OH area. It was prior to my entering Kindy so I was probably like 4. I remember the house, I remember my best friend across the street, her name was Heather. I remember being on the bus in Kindy, I remember my Kindy teacher was german and taught me Gesundheit instead of Bless You when you sneeze. I remember doing letter of the week. I remember being one of two of the only kindergarteners that didn't get to go to a classmates birthday party at Chuck E Cheese. I remember my great grandpa died that year, and spending the weekend with my friend Stephanie while my parents went to her funeral. I remember moving from the rental house when I was in first grade to the first house my parents purchased, and in fact, a few years ago I went on a google maps hunt and remembered the address. And, I know it's unusual to remember your address from when you are like 6 or 7, but I just can't imagine not remembering ANY of that.