I remember when I was quite young, not even five. I was at the lake and the neighbor's kid put me on his windsurf board, along with my older brother, and we all went out for a little ride. I can still see what the bottom of the board looked like when I think about it. I can still see my brother's face, how it looked through the water as I slowly sunk to the bottom. I guess I fell off. I don't remember being on the board but I remember being under it and in the water. I was scared of water until I was about seven years old after that little incident.
I actually have more stories. Quite a few. For all I know, I am dead and this is just how I spend my time in the afterlife.
Your memory is excellent, although I suppose traumatic experiences get hammered into it.
So we are both somewhat lucky, or in the same afterlife place. If the latter, I can't complain. I like your content.