I can’t even remember my wife’s b/day you kidding me? The only unusual info I recall is 18Y778. That is the license plate number of a woman that hit us in a parking lot back when I was in HS and she threatened us and took off. I repeated her plate number to myself so I could give it to the cops…which they did nothing btw after we waited 4 hours at the city hall building for one to show up to make a report…jerks.
Ex gf was born on Groundhog’s Day. Last heard that she went gay. Not surprising, but definitely interesting.
Early in my sophomore year in college, a friend asked me to help him remember the randomly generated password for a class mainframe account. I still remember it. The word “mainframe” should be a clue as to just how long I’ve remembered that random string of characters. There’s no good reason for it; it just stuck in my head.
I remember my phone number growing up YE2-8413. It got changed when all digit dialing came in to 464-0141. The last time that number could possibly have been relevant was 1972 when my parents moved.
I can’t recall any of the phone numbers I’ve had since except my current one (3 actually with home office and cell).
I recall the combination on my camp locker 20-10-24 that I used between 5th and 6th grade and the combination of my sister’s bike lock from the same era 15-5-3. I can’t recall my bike lock combination from that time nor any of the many locks I’ve had since. (Two different ones each year in high school for one thing.)
The SSN of my exwife, I still remember it, 547-90-3(xyz), and we’ve been divorced 20 years.
The SSN of my current wife (Version 2.0, a significant upgrade BTW), I don’t know it and we’ve been married 15 years and going strong. She has told me many times and I’ve tried to memorize it, but haven’t.
I can recite the 50 US states in alphabetical order.
I can recite the 66 books of the bible in order, 39 in the OT and 27 in the NT. Protestant bible, not Catholic with its inter-testamental books.
Certain movies, seen many years ago, I can recite many key lines. The Princess Bride, especially. (Anybody want a peanut?)
Certain movies, seen recently, I’ll say Hey that was a good one, have you seen it? And my wife (v2.0) and daughter will both say, Yeah we saw it, and we were with you!
My very first car, the first one I ever bought, I still know its VIN, and I sold that car 30+ years ago: 128AS10116081. It was a 1979 Fiat X1/9, a great and fun car.
My best friend from college, over 35 years ago, I still remember his driver’s license number, and I haven’t seen Pete D. in many many years, let alone talk about his driver’s license: California N88180(xy).
All that and you missed the definition of an acre I learned around the same time. That is it was the amount of land an average oxen team could plow in one day.
My first period class in 8th grade had 22 people in it. I can still remember the exact seating arrangement. That was over half a lifetime ago.
I have an incredible memory. The stuff I know would fill volumes.
I still know all the social security numbers, birthdates and telephone numbers of the people at the place I use to work.
The phone numbers of two of my school classmates’ parents.
Well ok, one was my BFF and both are almost identical to my mother’s, but I only heard Toño’s once!
I still remember my first serious girlfriend’s drivers license number. :eek:
Hey, that’s almost what I came in here to post. I know my husband’s last-girlfriend-before-me’s birthday, because … yup …
It felt weird and icky at first, but it long ago stopped bothering me.
I used to play tuba in high school and college, and even though I haven’t played in decades, I still remember the valve combinations for each note in a tune and play them with my fingers. España, Spirit of the Bull, An American in Paris…
I still know the pledge of allegiance and the word for cockroach from 7th grade Spanish class, almost 4 decades ago.
I know that the reason my wife wouldn’t go out with me for almost six months after we met at a party that I was invited to by friends just to meet her, was that she wouldn’t date a bald guy. She knows I know, but we’ve never talked about it. For 35 years.
When I was about twelve, I was walking along a dock with a bunch of sailboats. One of them was for sale, and I looked at the phone number, and thought, “Huh. 469 is like 13 squared, if you added the 1+3 and replaced the hundreds place with the result. And 8648 is like a multiplication problem: 8x6=48.”
I never saw the phone number again, but I still know that dialing 469-8648 would, at some point in the eighties, have gotten you a chance to talk about buying a sailboat.
Talk about having a type!