What do you remember from your childhood?

[Isit2021yetplease]

My eldest is just about to turn 5 and I’m realising she remembers things from a year or 2 ago now in quite a lot of detail, and it’s made me think about what I remember from my childhood. I had a really easy, good, happy, non-eventful childhood in a loving family.
However some of my most vivid memories - the type where you can remember everything about that moment and surroundings - I’ve realised is where I felt ashamed, or embarrassed. Like moments at school, or when I’d been naughty and got told off and sent to my room at home. I have a very happy memory of my childhood as a whole - but very few very specific memories of happy occasions like birthdays, playing with my parents, days out etc. it’s made me start to panic a bit about what events my daughter will remember - specifically if I tell her off for some reason if she’s been naughty, I panic that memory will stay, bjt the glorious day out yesterday will be lost!

I’d be so interested to know what type of memories people hold onto from their childhood.

I remember a lot, i am told I have a photographic Memory although not sure how to verify this.

I can remember really random stuff like the name of every teacher I had through primary school.

I can remove stuff like nursery nativity play, my mum teaching me to read before i started school, days out such as to gullivers kingdom, the beach, air shows……all under 5yo. Caravan holidays. First day of primary school. 5th birthday party. I remember sledging with kids in the street when I was about 6yo. Also remember my mum slippering me and my brother frequently.

I had some training once about how the memory works (I’m a teacher) and it was really interesting. Apparently the memories that stick are the ‘stand out’ events, the unusual so to speak; not the usual everyday events. This may explain why you remember the moments you do.

All of us being smacked hard on the bare bum by my father if any one of us did anything wrong. Wrong was accidentally breaking a cup or something not going in the bin first time. My mother took great pleasure in telling these misdemeanours to him when he got in from work.

I hated my father.
I hated my mother.

Both went to church, were upstanding citizens (in their minds) yet happily doled out abuse to children. I am not in contact with them.