Fleeting memories

I was blissfully soaking in the bathtub, Bobo is floating. The 2 kids visited me again.

"Hey, do you boys remember anything about the time being inside Mami's tummy?"  I asked them.

EggEgg, as usual taking the lead, answers with a definitive, "No, I can't remember anything."  Cola just repeated whatever the big brother has said.

"What? You can remember nothing at all? Was it dark? or bright? or fun?"  -Nah.

"What about the time you are a baby. Did you remember me playing with you? What were your favourite clothes and toys?"  -Nah   (But I do remember their favourite clothes and toys!)

"Do you remember the trip to Tasmania when you were a baby?"  -Nah   (But I do remember that Tasmanian trip!)

"Or the trip to Japan?"
EggEgg brighten up and answered, "Yes I was 3 years old. I remember going to Japan"
But for Cola, it was a disappointing, "Cola cannot remember."

Was my effort in creating special childhood memories futile?  Perhaps it is not worth spending time with them when they can't remember a thing at all?

I think the real answer is that, those special memories, they don't belong to the children. They belong to us the parents.