Yeah, I can still remember my locker number from the third grade. I can also remember the third grade teacher shaking me.
The high points of my Mom's last illness are all still there.
On the other hand, I remember vast quantities of poetry. Rhyme stays with me like nothing else. I still know my lines from "Our Town", nearly 40 years after I last said them. I once used the toilet at a friend's party and left the bathroom knowing a new, and really good, dirty limerick.
My Cousin John Caldwell, who lived to be 91, lost a fair amount of his short term memory as he aged. But he could remember things from when he was a boy, and things he'd heard when he was a boy, like stories of John Morgan's Ohio raid. He could also remember when my sister and her partner showed up with all five of their horrible dogs. Though that was considerably more recent.