Or maybe not so deep.
Follow my “rabbit trail” please.
I’m driving home from Walmart and I pull up behind a car with a amateur radio licence plate… which leads me think of dear friends, the Shaffers… which reminds me of their licence plate which for some reason I still have burned into my memory.
Why is it that you can remember some numbers but not others?
Of course, you can remember birthdays of your family and hopefully, your home phone number or at least a phone number that will reach a family member. Maybe the phone number of your parents?
One could hope that you remember your SS number and your own license plate number.
Maybe you can even remember your address and zip code.
Why then do we sometimes remember random numbers/info from days long past?
I can recall all of those things above – my mother hasn’t moved nor changed her phone number in 46 years, so that’s an easy one to remember.
I know all my children’s birth dates and my parents and siblings. I can only remember a few of my nieces/nephews birthdates and in-laws – but I have them written down so that is OK.
I know my SS# and my husbands. I do not know my children’s.
I know 2 of our license plates (the vanity ones) but not the 3rd and 4th ones. Though, I’m assuming, that daughter #1 knows the one that is on the car she drives.
I know my address and given a minute or 2 I can pull up the address from the last 3 places we lived. I might even be able to pull up those phone numbers, though that would be harder. I can tell you my mother’s address and even my in-laws address.
I can tell you my cell number, Wayne’s cell number, Abi’s cell number, my mother’s, and Liz’s – but not Lydia’s or Esther’s.
I used to be able to tell you my Discover card number but since it when to Shanghai without us, I have a new one and don’t have it memorized yet, but I bet I could still tell you the old number.
Now for some of the weird stuff.
I can tell you the address of a former boyfriend that I dated for a couple years in college. He doesn’t live there anymore, nor do his parents. I guess I wrote enough letters that it burned its way into my permanent memory.
I can tell you the address and phone number of Camp Wanake – that is not surprising since we still go there and my children have worked there as well. BUT… I can also tell you the secondary Massillon number they had back “in the day” so that the conference office could call them without incurring long distance charges.
I can tell you my friend’s amateur radio license plate number (which I am assuming is his call numbers?). Now, why, oh why is that information burned into my memory banks? KC8SMQ. I don’t even know if they have those plates anymore.
I can tell you my dorm room number (302) but I have absolutely no idea what dorm room my daughters are in, nor their street address at college. Maybe I should write them more. 🙂
I can tell you the phone number of my best friend growing up – neither she nor her parents live there anymore, so who knows who has that number.
Why is is that some numbers just stick with you? I suppose it is because they were such an important part of your life and your brain retained that information. Or maybe those numbers entered my brain when it was younger and not fully impacted by the after affects of “mommy brain” and pregnancy hormones (times 4).
Of course, if numbers have cool patterns or rhythms or are set to music they are easier to remember as well, like: 867-5309…. (did you sing it?) Or from the commercial: Garfield 1-2323 – I don’t even know what that was a commercial for, but I can sing that number to you.
Isn’t the human brain interesting? It can retain some information clearly that you haven’t used in 30 years and will not ever use again but it cannot recall what you had for breakfast, let alone what you wore yesterday.