I asked my dad a question about his childhood. He couldn't remember. So I asked him one about when he was in high school and he couldn't remember that either. At that point, I wasn't sure if he really couldn't remember or if he just wanted me to stop talking to him.
Judging from my dad's personality and appearance, he must've had a rough time in high school. If he really couldn't remember anything, then maybe we as humans tend to forget the things we don't want to remember. That as we age, and our brain gets filled with more memories, we replace an old, bad memory with a new, good memory. Well I'm sorry to say this, but in about 50 years, when my child or grandchild asks me a question about my high school experience, I'm probably going to say, "I don't remember." Sorry.
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