Excuse my hippocampus...

So, as you could probably tell, I have the worst memory in the world. This is the third Saint Lawrence class that has asked it's students to blog, and I still cannot remember every week to do it. I find it so interesting, how horrible my memory is. I am being sincere when I say; I cannot remember events that happened to me more than 5 years ago. My earliest memory is from the time when I was about 10 years old. I try and try to trigger these vanished memories. I've watched the family videos, looked at the pictures, and asked people to describe these events to me, but for some reason I just can't remember anything. Not even the scenes that were once around me, or flashes of someone talking. Sometimes I think to myself, is it possible that I was completely detached from myself for the beginning part of my life? Yes, I know that sounds absolutely ridiculous and crazy, but I really think it's the only way to describe my memory loss. I must have not had a "functioning brain" when I was a kid or something. I must have just floated through life without a care in the world, or the sense that nothing was too important to remember. Or maybe I just have defective storage space up there in my head. Who knows? However, its interesting to add that I was able to remember the ideas and gestures of politeness and sharing, so how is it that I cannot remember being taught these mannerisms? I certainly would love to find out what is lost up there in my cerebellum or is it the frontal lobes? I have no idea where you really even store your memories. Maybe that's half the problem right there...