I have to read "The Freud Reader" for my Desire and Discontent class and so far, I've learned quite a bit about the memories we contain from our childhood.
Most of the time, memories are not memories until we see something or do something in the present that reminds us or connects to an earlier act, thus producing a memory. In the "Reader" there was an example about this man who had the fondest memory of himself as a child running through a green field speckled with yellow dandelions. Him and his cousins, one female and the other male, were picking up flowers as they ran. He and his male cousin chased his female cousin, who at the time was about the same age as him (2 or 3) because she had the prettiest bouquet of flowers. The two male cousins succeeded in taking the girl's beautiful yellow dandelions away. When they did this, she started crying. Freud saw this as a present desire to "deflower" a girl.
I guess our lives are like a huge story book. Everything can be analyzed and interpreted. What I think, say, do, and remember are all connected to the person I am and my desires.