Posts tagged ‘memories’
Do you ever wonder if the things you remember from your past are fact or fiction?
As someone who relies heavily on my past for my daily banter, I try to look past the possibility that my memories could be inaccurate. But sometimes it gets to me a little bit. Some of my memories are so completely vivid and real to me but when I say them out loud for whatever reason they seem a little ridiculous.
Did that older kid really save my stuffed Penny dog from 101 Dalmations when those mean kids tried to dump it down the sewer by the string leash I had on it? Doesn’t make too much sense. But I remember it completely. But then again, I remember my dreams vividly too.
So how do you tell the difference between a memory of a dream and a memory of life? Is it when you say the memory out loud and realize that some of the details make absolutely no sense?
I’d prefer to think that everything I remember is accurate and true. Because I remember dreams I had too. Like being pushed off a cliff in a pink chest by my friends at age 10. And I can tell that ones fake.
Besides, that memory of the stuffed dog caper is what made me have the biggest crush on my doggie hero. He’s in the air force now. Swoon.