I remember the day my brother drowned. I was 12, I know exactly who told me the news.
Everything else is a haze.
I remember my older sister falling out of a tree when I was nine and a broken branch took a foot long piece of meat out of her thigh. And yet I don’t remember her ever wearing a bandage.
I remember when I was 10 I was sitting in front of the ironing Board and my sister knocked over the iron and all the hot water dripped down on my back and my leg. I still have the scars from that today. I remember the agony of being severely burned with third-degree burns. But I don’t remember healing. I don’t remember seeing the doctor. I know it had to take a long time to heal, I just don’t remember any of it.
I bet everyone on the USMB has traumatic experiences that they remember. But they don’t remember what happened just after or just before.
It’s the way our memory works.