Reading and experience train your model of the world. 
    And even if you forget the experience or what you read, 
    its effect on your model of the world persists. Your 
    mind is like a compiled program you've lost the source 
    of. It works, but you don't know why.

I often feel like that, but much more in regard to people than to books and experiences. It's strange, how much others have formed me, but how little I do remember about them. How little I remember about my parents, but how big a part of my compiled program they are.

Of all the time I spend with my daughter, of all the activities we do, she probably will not remember much in a few years, but at least I can hope it will have an effect of her model of the world that persists.