It's a curse. I remember damned-near everything. I can remember the number of an apartment I lived in for less than two years almost 20 years ago... I can remember the day my younger brother was born - he is two years and four months younger than I am - I got in trouble for jumping on the bed. I remember the date and time that I first set eyes on the woman who would later be my wife.
She's a useful language - and was my introduction in the semi-multilingual babble I can blather about now. I know enough of half a dozen languages to get myself into all sorts of trouble, but not enough of any to get out of it... although, since I don't usually manage to talk myself out of trouble in English, that doesn't exactly say much, does it?