My nephew is 10. I've watched him get senile about stuff that
  happened before he was 7. He used to remember things so clearly
  and now he's senile about them. I think it's a normal part of
  how things go.   They go away and come back again.
  Strange thing has been happening over the past 2 years for me.
  I'm 43 and I remember things that I _know_ I had forgotten about
  for ... decades.

  It's like I've been regaining all of my memory. Then again, I've
  also been working at it smile emoticon

  I think things that are emotional that you don't want to face
  can get safely locked away in a "Do Not Enter: Monsters Be Here"
  Box for a long long time.   Earliest memory I have is about 1.5
  years old, going down the sidewalk in a red firetruck with a
  broken bell with a string attached for me to pull. I remember
  hitting a broken piece of sidewalk. The tree was HUGE -
  everything was very wide and tall.

  Then I remember flying back into the house.

  [I guess I got picked up].

  Told my mom about it once; she was shocked I could remember
  that. I've got a few like that.   Yeah I asked her how old I was
  and she remembered it. There's no pictures of it either so it's
  not a reconstructed memory.   I remember being at the Cerebral
  Palsy center when I was 4 years old. I had best friend named
  Alan. He had two fingers on one hand and a thumb on the middle
  of his .. I don't know what it's called but it was like a nub at
  the end of his wrist.

  Anyway, I remember pulling part pieces of ham and calling them
  spiderwebs and laughing our asses off.

  He had blond hair and blue eyes. I remember when I was about 7
  or 8 (I was in regular school by then) and she told me he died
  and I remember being sad, although I remember "not" remembering
  him at first, then crying that night when I *did* remember him.

  I also remember a little girl that died when I was in
  kindergarten. Michelle. She was in my kindergarten class and she
  got hit by a car riding her bike. I heard about it from my
  mother and remember crying over that and being a scared to get
  back on my bike for a while.