Memories

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It's funny how memories work. Sometimes we can only really remember fragments of something. Sometimes we can't remember things that maybe we should remember. Sometimes when we remember things from our childhood we remember things so much bigger or better than they actually were. I find it odd that I have a few vague memories from when I was 2 but can barely remember my dad's parents who died when I was 10. I remember them, but I don't have many real memories of them. Sometimes I have memories of remembering, but I don't have the memory itself. I was close to my mom's parents. I was apparently really close to my mom's dad, who I barely remember. He died when I was 4. I have a ton of memories of talking about him or remembering things he said to me, but I don't have an actual memory of him telling me anything. I do have a memory of visiting him in the nursing home and him telling his roommate that I was his "baby doll" which is what my grandpa always called me. I was his baby doll and my grandma's angel, she also called me sissy, hence my name on here. I have a ton of memories of my grandma, just not of my grandpa. My point is memories are funny. Sometimes I'm not sure why it is I can remember one thing over something else. I have this memory from when I was 2 where I'm sitting in a raft in a pond and I can feel the sand on my skin from my feet. I remember crying that I wanted out. For the longest time I just thought I dreamed it, then my mom found this old video that was taken at my cousin's, and he had a pond. It turns out my "dream" was actually a memory. I had never seen the video until about 5 or so years ago, and I remember sitting there amazed that I actually had a memory. Back when I was 2 my parents were having issues and my dad was seeing some other woman, who I honestly have no clue what she looked like, but I remember some strange woman smacking me across the face. I remember there was arguing and I cried and she smacked me. It turns out that too was a real memory. The memory is still kind of blurry, but apparently we came home from seeing my dad and my brother told my mom what happened, and my mother went off on her for daring to lay a hand on me. My parents eventually got back together and stayed together until I was 12 when they split up for good. I just find it amusing how I can remember some things and not others. I don't know what makes a memory stick. Obviously sometimes its significance in your life can make you remember it, but other times it seems some memories have no real significance. Obviously you'll remember a wedding, the birth of a child etc. but other times you remember some very mundane things that have no real significance, and I can't always understand why some memories stay and others don't. I remember sledding on what I thought was a "giant" hill as a kid, and as an adult it's no where near as big as I remember it. I remember some things in clips and can't fully piece them together, while other things I remember everything about it and why it happened and what happened, and sometimes age isn't even the factor. I have memories from when I was 5 clear as day, and then there are memories from when I was 12 that are foggy. I have this memory of a giant tornado slide as a kid. I remember feeling like I would never be done climbing, and reaching the top. I went down it and I flew down it to the point that I went flying off the end and landing on my behind. It didn't hurt though, because there was rubber padding the entire playground. It was the first time I remember seeing rubber padding any play area. I have no clue where this park with the slide was. I can't remember anything else from that day except for the slide and the rubber. I also have this memory where I was at this park of some sort and my mom's siblings were playing and singing for a bunch of people. My aunts sang and my uncle played banjo and guitar, and we were in a barn of some sort, and then I remember there being hot air balloons everywhere. I remember walking outside and watching them. I to this day have no clue where that was. Although I should ask my mom about it, she'd probably know when I bring up hot air balloons. I know there's a city just south of us that has a hot air balloon festival, so I'm kind of wondering if that's where it was, but I'm not positive that's it. I just have all of these memories that don't always make sense to me. I sometimes wonder why it is we remember somethings over others. I understand the things that have a significance, but other things don't seem to. Do you have memories that you can't quite figure out why you remember them? Do you remember some things in clips that you can't quite piece together?