Children aren't really expected to remember that much of their memories, especially the younger an age that a child was. And then there are some who are either creatively artistic enough to come up with some and then there are quite some others who are truly gifted with memory. Finally there are just some of us, which I am one, that seems to flounder when it comes to remembering much of that which constituted life before reaching maturity.
When it comes to my very younger years to the age of two I have no memories whatsoever to recall. I don't remember the process or nightmare of being snatched from my biological parents, of even having lived with that family and interacting with the extended family that lived around us. I don't remember the various pets or what it was like to come to live in the Fitzgerald household, which would adopt us. And there would be no memory of the various foster siblings that were mentioned to have lived with us just before the arrival of the Cooks.
The various memories I have of my preschool years are just a bit more but they mainly concern being sick a bunch of the time although I cannot remember the hospital stay. Of the vague Halloween parties that the Baptist church would hold for our class and trying to learn repeatedly the phone number that I couldn't remember. And it seems that the older I get the more I can remember some piece or snippet of memory. Most have been full of trauma, bad feelings or just odd bits.
The majority of my childhood memory album is like that thick bank of fog without a memory of what I did on any particular day, how I felt or what I thought. And a piece will occasionaly float up like a bright autumn-painted leaf to flicker teasingly over that expanse of emptiness before it blows off yet again. What did that piece mean to me? Where did it fit in? And definately will I ever get a chance to bring it back up to the spotlight.
Yet there are no answers, no escapes to figure out where the earlier life of a child might have went wrong and definately no solid history to fall back on for future generations. The past is just as blank as the future.