Zagreus wrote:

Jtgibson wrote:

This brings a whole disillusionment to my sense of long term memory.

Now I'm really starting to wonder if I really remember when I was one year old and my mom's dog stood up on her hind legs and licked me on the face when I was on my baby swing!

Squirrels are supposed to have excellent memory.

Well, I can remember my fourth birthday (walking into the driveway at my mom's house, looking up at the wind chimes, seeing a happy birthday banner), and I can remember that aforementioned baby swing incident.

I tend to think of my memory like a really messy filing cabinet. It's all there, every last little bit of it, but if I wanted to dig it out, except by random chance, I'd have to spend a few hours. That's why my short term memory seems a bit slow: I absorb it like a sponge but it goes into the filing system where it gets lorded over by three bureaucrats, two alpacas, and a rough trick named Jim.