Wow, I'm finding more and more people who have no childhood memories. I don't think it's supposed to be that way.
I remember every place my family lived ....like facts in my head. Idk why even as a child, I knew.
But I've always remembered the layout of the home my family lived in when I was a year old. I told my mom what I remembered and she said it was accurate. I always remembered at least the bedroom my sister and I shared ....twin beds on either side of a window with a dresser in front of it. I remember it bc my maternal grandmother was staying with us and she was sleeping in my bed, while I shared my sister's bed with her. But this night, there were thunderstorms and I was afraid, so my grandmother got me in with her. And I always remembered her feeding me pecans while we lived there ...and her taking me by the hand to go pick persimmons from a neighbor's yard. :) Oddly enough, though, the more detailed layout came back to me in a nightmare (concerning a trauma) at age 14 after I was in foster care. My mother confirmed what I saw in my dream was accurate.