I still remember… an apartment I lived in till the age of 8… like I could draw a map of the interior…
I still kinda remember some of the places of my relatives that I’ve been to frequently, although those memories are a little bit more blurry.
I remember some of the schools I’ve been to… like the general vibe of it, idk if I could actually draw a map… more of a notebook doodle maybe
I used to draw maps of my neighborhood when I was in brooklyn… yeah so… I wasn’t allowed much computer time and didn’t have a phone… and my brain kinda turned my attention to the surroundings and I just get so bored and draw a map of the neighborhood lol.
When I’m stressed out and need to calm myself, I run through the layouts of old buildings I used to work, live, or go to school in.
TFC and TF2 maps
I launched TFC and went into a dead 2fort server not long ago. That was a major blast of nostalgia I can’t even begin to describe. Dustbowl, Well, Avanti, Badlands, etc. Good times and I think my first online mp experience.
That and Battlefield on bonus.com back in the day.
Nearly every place. Apparently we lived in a place for a few months when I was first born.
Freaked out part of my family when I drew a map of the first house I remember. I think they finally figured out that children do remember things… And a lot of the shit I was put through I might remember
Freaked out part of my family when I drew a map of the first house I remember.
My mom brought me to her workplaces at least once… or maybe more times than that… (I don’t even remember how many times tbh) and then one day my older brother wanted to fight me so I got scared and I “ran from home” when I was like 6 years old… and at some point, I had the idea of just I want mommy so I took the bus there and I knew which stop to get off, but she wasn’t there at work because she already got notified by grandma so she went to file a missing persons report and so I took the bus home… then I got to the mall area near my apartment and saw a bunch of cops…
so when I told my mom about it, my mom was so shocked that I made my way to her workplace…
I doubt the cops even thought of looking that far, they probably just went around the neighborhood.
(literally Home Alone NYC shit, but it was in Guangzhou, China instead)
I just became like my family’s navigator basically.
My mom scolded me for running away, but then also praised me for being smart enough to find my way.
I remember them saying that I used to guided them around places because they stuggled to understand maps or whatever… idk… I don’t really remember about those from this point in time, just the memory of being told I was good at finding my way.
I also was their navigator throught NYC metro system… idk if my parents actually sucked at finding their way… or maybe they were just trying to make me feel confident in myself.
everywhere i have ever been…
Same. I pretty much have eidetic spacial memory.
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Pretty much, yes. I could probably draw them now, but I make no assumptions that it would be to scale.
I can’t draw you a map of routes I’ve taken, but I can see them in my head.
I remember drawing floorplans for fun as a kid after my dad brought home a book of them from a housing company - that was 30± years ago.
But I can’t tell you what I had for breakfast this morning.
I remember basically every house or apartment I’ve lived in, and every office I’ve worked in. Probably quite a few stores and restaurants I’ve frequented, schools I’ve attended. I can recall neighborhood layouts. Basically anything spatial.
Now, can I tell you what someone’s name is two minutes after they’ve told me? Not a chance.
Yep. Couldn’t tell you dates, names, or many events, but I have a great mental image of what the places looked like and how they were laid out.
Yes, I thought back through them and I can totally remember and visualize them. But I’ve forgotten a lot of the address numbers.
There was an apartment we lived in when I was 6-7 which for some reason has some hazy spots, but besides that yeah pretty much. Friends’ houses, schools since 9ish (at least the parts I went to), every workplace, theme parks, basically anywhere I’ve been a few times.
The house I grew up in? Sure. Like the back of my hand. A couple other places maybe. But there was essentially a decade where I moved so many times I couldn’t even tell you what the house or apartment I rented looked like much less what the inside looked like if I tried. It’s been 30 years since I lived in my hometown, I wouldn’t get lost ever, but I don’t think I could find all the places I used to know.
My entire memory operates spatially. I have accurate floor plans of every place I’ve been to at least more than once. I can navigate any number of places. Even still have the layout and significant memories of my old middle school. (Interestingly enough, when I went back there, the whole building felt about 30% smaller in every dimension—hallways narrower and shorter, ceilings lower. Turns out, this is because I’m 30% larger than I was when I was twelve.)
I’m like this too. I can go back to a city I’ve been to once, years ago, and I know the way around. I remember the layout and location of my childhood friends houses, even when I don’t remember their names.
I’m terrible at remembering exact quotes from books, TV, etc, but I have pins in my mental map for where the scenes took place, even in fictional worlds.
And I can effortlessly visualize and move through places I’ve been to enough to learn the layouts as well. I’ve stood in the spot, where, back in high school, I turned down a girl who asked me out. I stood there, on a quiet and cold night, on the grass with no one around, and apologized to her, twenty-three years too late. Apparently being turned down was enough to put herself in a tailspin that even at the twenty-year reunion, she hasn’t pulled herself out of. Maybe I’m not to blame? But I still stood in that spot and said sorry.
It’s easy to remember where all the spots are.
I’m like this too
Even as a relative youngster I remember visiting previous schools for some reason or another and being astounded by just how tiny the chairs and desks were.
when I went back there
So you got kids now and went to a Parent-Teacher conference?
Damn I’m kinda nostalgic for a school I used to go to…
I mean I kinda wanna go back to the neighborhood where I used to live in and then raise kids there… and then have a moment where I’m like: “Hey kiddo, when your dad first arrived in this country, that was the school I used to go to”… like nostalgia + being able to relate to your kids…
Cuz my parents went to school in China and they had no idea what my experiences were… like I doubt they can relate to me, cuz I can hardly relate to them…
(I remember 1st 2nd grade before I came to the US, they had meter sticks they used to hit kids with and the teacher would throw chalk at kids that looked like they weren’t paying attention…)
No, I don’t have kids. A friend of mine cleans there and asked me if I wanted to see the place after a couple decades away. Dead of summer. No one around, just wandered for a few minutes. Lonely, but nothing moved an inch.
I’m trans, asexual, and taking this virginity to my grave. My bloodline stops with me.
I went back to my high school as a substitute teacher, but they had remodeled it and aside from a few familiar hallways, it was completely different.
Which is even more confusing than never being there at all, because I THOUGHT I knew where I needed to go, only to find they had moved that room to another area.
I remember every place I’ve ever lived. My mind will not forget those things.
I lived in the same house for most of my life and before that I was at my grandparents’ place
I think I could do fairly well with any place I’d frequently been in, and with enough autonomy to get disoriented and reoriented. Some of the houses I’ve lived in are not much more architecturally elaborate than a shotgun shack, but I could also do my elementary school, most of a middle school, two college dormitories, and most of a university library.
I’ve lived in 21 apartments/houses, and I remember them all except from four where I didn’t live for very long.
Side note: I’ve worked offshore rotation for years, and a ship becomes your home away from home. I remember them all.
Wow, I’d never considered you’d remember a ship that way, but of course you would.
One of the ships is “famous” in the industry; Most seismic companies lease it at some point, and I discovered a couple of years ago that when my former employer folded, my new coworkers employer leased the ship, and we had been sitting in the same chair in the instrument room.
He cracked up when I told him there’s a counterstrike map somewhere based on that ship. Because we needed something to do during standby days.
