Brain damage?

I think that I might have brain damage. Or some kind of brain problem. Actually, it is a memory problem. I don't remember a lot about my life. Well, I do, but only random things. For example: I think back to high school. I remember people. But I don't remember being in classes with them. I don't remember if I went on a date with so and so, until I go back and see the cheesy pictures. I remember names, but if I were to see them, I couldn't recall their name while I first said hello (unless they have a name tag of course). I even do this now, with people that I see on a regular basis. Whenever I get, "remember when??'s" I don't. Like when my BFFEFB (100 pretend dollars to whoever can tell me what that means), Tashina, was laughing at how we met. I didn't remember. I do now, after she told me. I guess what has brought all of this up is that Paul is always asking me about my favorite things or memories growing up. I remember one Christmas with a pink bike and a gallon box of whoppers. I remember playing run-aways with my cousin, Andrea. We would take graham crackers and lemonade up to the tree house in my back yard. I remember sleeping over at her house and wetting the bed. Why do I remember that and not something less embarassing? I guess I would have to remember a lot, really, considering there are 27 years to go back to. But I wish that I remembered more.