I cant remember my childhood at all, dont know why but i couldnt give any details at all
It's funny, I cannot remember where I was or when I found out my Grandmother died when I was 17, but I can recall exactly the moment I found out she was going to die a week or two earlier.
A few years earlier I don't remember finding out my paternal grandmother was going to die, or when I found out she had died - I suppose my mum must have sat us down and told us - but I have a crystal clear image of my Dad walking in the front door the next morning having been with her when it happened.
Memory is a funny old thing. It lies to us all the time, it's often imprecise and other times can be detailed beyond belief. Some things you can never forget, and other things you lose completely until they just hit you suddenly.