I began with is that I have memories of things that I don't really have memories of. These are stories that have been told over and over and I begin to repeat the story and that story becomes a memory that I don't remember except by the story. Now that I have totally confused you, let me begin.
One of the earliest memories that I may have is my falling out of a upper story window. I remember sitting in the window of my grandparents house. I pushed at the screen which was not secure, due to repainting of the house. I remember looking down at the ground and than my family rushing to me after I fell. By the way, I was two years old at the time. Did I really remember this event?
This was such a traumatic event that I may have some images of it still in memory. After all I remember was pushing the screen and seeing the ground and looking up after falling. Of course, the story of me falling out the window was told over and over again, over the years. I would add in my mind, images of what may have happened, just as we do with any story told us. Details that might have been added, to the story, was that the house was being repainted. My own imagination filled in the details and the story became a memory.
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