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.
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.