Amnesia?

I've been thinking recently, which to some may come as a surprise, but rest assured I do it more than I let on. How many people have fond, or even horrible memories of their childhood? The first time you rode your bike, that nasty fall you took, all that kind of stuff? Most people I talk to can almost vividly remember those kinds of things. That's what makes us who we are afterall isn't it? Your experiences in life usually help determine who you are. What happens when you can't remember?

I can remember next to nothing of my childhood. Was it that bad? Was I horribly abbused as a child? The answer to both of these guestions is a resounding no. My parents didn't punish me any more than most children in this word, if they had to at all. And trust me when I say that I've lived a very comfortable life with no "real" hardships to speak of. So where did my memories go? Why was I robbed of these things that should have made me who I am? Am I a lesser person because of this missing part of me? Who knows, I certainly have no idea.