Over at Aeon, Kristin Olson looks at why early childhood memories are so forgettable; still, what’s forgotten from those milky early years may affect us into adulthood. Maybe Mozart in the womb is a little farfetched—but reading youngins stories is likely still a good idea.
I can imagine them patiently feeding me the lines to The Night Before Christmas, over and over, hour after hour, day after day, because someone had to have done it—my mother told me that I could recite the whole poem when I was two years old.
