[member="Silara Vantai"]
Most interesting. Of course... I do remember some. My brain simply doesn't know which things are important and which are not. Typically I remember the more traumatic things in horrific detail along with useless bits of information, but I have difficulty remembering most of the past Presidents, historical figures, and the names of my close relatives. Amongst other things. Though that, of course, is a given.
The QFC near my house was open from 8AM to 4PM on Christmas day (December 25th, of course) in 2010. My family went there to get some eggnog and dinner ingredients last-minute. They were out of eggnog.
In seventh grade my first crush had a solo in choir class. The day after the concert I tapped her on her right shoulder to talk to her while she was entering our first period classroom (the bell had rung perhaps a minute earlier). After I complimented her on her performance she mentioned that she was surprised about how many people showed up. The conversation lasted roughly thirty seconds before she went to sit down by the center whiteboard, facing the the center of the front of the room. While my heart decided to attempt to jump out of my chest I sat down myself, pretty much directly across from her.
My first post on this site was in a topic about SW:TOR. I mentioned having played it for an obnoxious amount of time (I believe 5 hours already that day, and at least 15 earlier in the week). Tefka, back when he RPed a hutt, responded, pointing out the 'first-world-problem' sense it had to it. I haven't forgiven myself for it yet.
When I was a wee-little-child (1st grade) my class was coming in from recess on a snowy day when I saw a wet glove on the tile floor. Curious, I picked up the icy, pink and purple glove to feel it. The sensation was shocking and so I threw it back out of instinct. One of the office staff people (Ms. Wallace, back when her hair wasn't so grey) came down to investigate. And though I didn't get in trouble, I felt very, very horrified. I hid in the bathroom afterwards and cried for about ten minutes. Fun times... fun times...
Also in Elementary school (not sure what grade, probably 3rd) my class had a thing for slippers. I misunderstood the concept and thought that there were slippers for everyone to share (we were actually supposed to bring our own). I saw some great Finding Nemo (which was my favorite movie as a kid, partially because I got a copy of the movie for my sixth or seventh birthday) slippers and put them on. As it turns out they were my classmate Libby's. She was saddened and started to cry. I was confused and gave them back before apologizing profusely. I haven't forgiven myself for that one either.
So I remember plenty, I guess. Just not what I need (or want) to. It is now more apparent that my understanding of the passage of time is what is actually lacking.
