I have a very firm and convincing memory of something that my family assure me just did not happen - a family gathering where I met distant relatives that apparently I have never met. even though I can still vividly "remember" the occasion now. After much debate and in the face of perplexity I eventually had to accept that they were probably right, and that it was something I dreamt. Nothing sinister, just a meeting that apparently did not really happen. All rather disturbing actually. False memory syndrome.
Sometimes I hear I were a walking library, having the memory of an elephant. Not that I don't like such accolade, but then there are certain moments I would so much like to remember certain situations, but just can't. Aileen is, of course, beyond any doubt.
I have a very firm and convincing memory of something that my family assure me just did not happen - a family gathering where I met distant relatives that apparently I have never met. even though I can still vividly "remember" the occasion now. After much debate and in the face of perplexity I eventually had to accept that they were probably right, and that it was something I dreamt. Nothing sinister, just a meeting that apparently did not really happen. All rather disturbing actually. False memory syndrome.
ReplyDeleteOh... then there was Aileen too... Do I need to doubt even her?
DeleteSometimes I hear I were a walking library, having the memory of an elephant.
DeleteNot that I don't like such accolade, but then there are certain moments I would so much like to remember certain situations, but just can't.
Aileen is, of course, beyond any doubt.
How right he was. 'The good old days' is a neat summation of that. Some of them were, and some of them emphatically were not.
ReplyDeleteAh, the good old days! ;-)
DeleteTime has a habit of mollifying the rough edges.
ReplyDeleteIt certainly has.
DeleteSometimes the edges are too tough, though.