Numbers and sheet music are an impossibility for me.
Punch lines for jokes? Forget it. I get lost in the telling. . .
Names? Another fail. But I'll remember interesting things about people's personalities, life stories or body language.
When I was younger I could memorize pages of books easily.
My memory for my childhood is exceptional. I can remember many times of being in my crib. I can remember sitting in a high chair and being diapered. Being in my little Johnny-jump-up seat.
I once drew a floor plan of the house we lived in for my mom to help me check out if my memory was accurate. I told her where we kept the toaster and where individual pieces of furniture were placed, clothing my parents wore and she was astonished. We had moved when I was barely three years old.
My ENFP daughter claims she can't remember anything before she was in third grade. Sometimes this is an indicator of trauma. Good grief. Hope not.