I remember some things but not nearly as much about my childhood as my wife remembers about hers. Of course, this didn’t stop at the end of childhood.
Embarrassing incident: I went to a 40th class reunion and there was a women there that remembered me in great detail. I didn’t even recognize her name. I went back and looked at her photo in the yearbook (she had changed a lot and for the better) and then vaguely remembered her, and the crush I had had on her. Oh well.