I think my memory is unusual, from what I gather from other humans.
I know hundreds of songs. I remember every word, every nuance of tone the singer used, everything. If I ever knew it, I still know it now. I remember songs I learned in the 70's as a kid, and haven't heard since, and when I suddenly hear them, I remember them, and can sing along. My cousin made up a song in 1991, when she was 10, sang it to me once, and I sang it to her recently. True, I did think of it a couple of times since then.
I remember lying in a bed, must have been no more than 1 1/2, sucking on a bottle, waving my legs in the air the way little kids do, looking at the tapestry hanging on the wall, hearing my mum's voice in the other room, wanting to go to her, but she told me to sleep, and I was deciding whether I would get in trouble or not to go to her. I fell asleep, I'm pretty sure. Probably her evil plan.
I am 45, still learn songs, still remember things (many of which I wish I forgot), and never think 'been there, done that' about new things I learn. I want to know everything abut everything. I don't think my brain prunes anything. I believe things that appear forgotten are still in there. They reappear with the right cue.
I used to think everyone has the same memory as me, but they don't try hard enough so they don't know it. Now that it seems I am an aspie, it may be a splinter skill. I just don't know anymore, what to think about how I fit in with the rest of the humans. It seems I am more of a freak than I ever knew. 