I must have a lot of strong emotions. Some people say that I remember everything. Many people don't believe me; but I can remember all the way back to 1 yr old.
When I was an adult, I visited the apartment where we lived for a year when I was two. I told my mother. I also told her that the building was no longer there. By this time we had moved numerous times, and had lived in 3 different states. She asked me who told me of that apartment. My mother hated liars; and she raised me that way. She loved me for my honesty; but she didn't believe that I had remembered living there.
I gave her very detailed information about the house, the contents of the house, and events that took place. The details of what was in the house even included the colors and the hue of the wooden beads on my playpen. She was still skeptical until I drew her a floor plan of the apartment that no longer existed.
It was a four story row home in a big city.
After she believed me; I told her that I remembered something that just didn't fit reality. I told her that I remembered a horse that lived on the first floor of the house. She said that there was a horse; that the first floor was a stable. She said that the old man who rented to her, still kept a horse for transportation in the early sixties.
I remember all sorts of little details that really don't seem to have much, if any, emotion attached to them.
