Not weird at all, many people don't remember their childhoods. Some say that we block out painful memories from childhood, but I had a really lousy one and I remember it extremely well. Good long term memory seems to run in my family. I have friends dating back to grade school who remember much less than I do. If your brother also does not remember much, it could be that a) you were both so unhappy you blotted it out, or b) you share a family genetic trait to not remember much that happened a long time ago. Or both. If you are very concerned about your memory functions, you may want to consider seeing a neurologist. If your concern is that you wish you remembered more to heal yourself, maybe more memories will occur to you as you stay in therapy. Some therapists believe in hypnosis and others do not. It can cause "made up" memories, so you may want to avoid that.

Alcoholics/addicts often hold down full time jobs. Therapists are trained to help job people's memories. Do you have photos of your parents? Do you remember what the dinner table was like? What did you do on weekends? Maybe with your therapist's help, you can start with small things.

Best of luck with your therapy, and I hope you have a good day!!!

I just remember bit and pieces from my childhood. Even when my father reminds me of incidents, I can't recall them. I was severely abused by my mother and father so maybe that's why I don't remember. My siblings are quite a bit younger than I am and they remember their childhoods more, stressful as it was to them. At 1 time, I wanted to remember more but now I am happy that I have forgotten as my parents continue to be abusive.
Good advice from Mginmn.
Sometimes just bits and pieces can paints a picture of your family dynamics.
Hope you find a good therapist.

You know sometimes it may be blocking out painful memories, but from what I gather from several of my friends, they do not remember much from their childhoods because nothing went on. My husband remember next to nothing, but all he did was watch tv and play video games when he was not at school. Not a whole lot to remember. I think sometimes the mind just lets monotonous boring things go.
Just a theory

Thank you all for you replies and ideas. I have thought about hypnosis. Not sure if it's a good idea. I will have to think more on that. maybe something will come up in therapy before I decide.

I remember people shouting............
I remember some abuses...........
I remember a blue or yellow wall..........
I remember good times with poetry and writing short stories...........
I remember church camp..............
I remember pot bongs and the sucking of the water when my sibs did drugs when I was small.........
I remember mom's death...............
I remember the 1982 World's Fair...........
I remember Girl Scouts...........
I remember school.....................
I remember the Summer paper route at 100 degrees, two miles each way, mostly flat but with a couple of hills........

I dont' remember much else; most of it is blurred..............I remember back then I was an actual PERSON. Now, I am a shell of a human being.

I had a very good childhood..until my mother and father got divorced..my dad was an alcoholic, and very dsepressed, so he wasn't violent, or anything like that, as a matter of fact, he would just be by himself, and mellow out..hell, I never even heard my mother and father fighting, so when they told me they were getting divorced, I laughed, because I didn't believe it..but it happened, and I was thirteen years old..up until that time, I had a sheltered life, and a happy one..went down hill, ever since

I am glad I have few memories of childhood, it was a wretched experience.

I remember my childhood vividly and in great detail. For those of you who have forgotten perhaps you are the lucky ones.

I definitely tend to remember the bad times because they were so much more frequent than the good times. There are a lot of pictures and super 8 movies when I can clearly see the camera stop when I stop doing anything but smiling prettily. I remember seething with anger most of my childhood but never being allowed to be anything other than the "perfect child".