Memories

I don't remember alot about my childhood. The things I remember are very odd memories. I remember that when I was in pre-school I was deathly afraid of spiders, because my dad was too ans back then I wanted to be just like my daddy. I remember that my brother would tell me this story about a giant tarantula that lived under the passenger seat.. so I would shrivel up my legs into my seat under my bottom. I remember that when my mom would drop me off I would sit at the window seat and watch her drive off to work while screaming. I remember the day that they let us discover the mixing of paints, and this puzzle we had that taught you buttons, snaps, velcro, tying, and such.
Of all the things I remember, I can never recall any memories of me messing up, failing, or dissappointing my parents. I don't remember any fights, or pain, or sorrow. I mean I know I had it because all children do but I don't remember it. I'm begining to wonder if maybe I don't remember beacause it is a natural defense block out the bad memories as a blockade for depression. Maybe we just automatically block out the bad things with our good memories. I wonder if everyone does this or if it's just me.
I'm not sure on any of these things but I do know that I do so enjoy looking back on memories. Maybe you should take a moment to look back.. you can even leave your thoughts on here..