As we talked about in class, our memories are not always as accurate as we think. They may have never even happened. Retelling a story over and over again can lead one to slightly alter it with out even knowing. We basically just remember the version that we last told. I have experience with this that I did not even know I had until we learned about it. I would always tell the story of how when I was little I went to the hospital for hand-foot-mouth disease. I could not eat or drink. I was only 2 or 3 years old but I tell this story like I remember it–because I actually thought I did. I would explain this one scene of the doctor trying to give me apple juice and I wouldn’t drink it. I actually can see this picture in my mind when I think about it. I am now learning that I do not remember this at all, my parents just have talked about it so many times that I can literally picture it in my head as if I was watching myself on TV. Who knows if they even remember the details correctly. I guess I will never be sure what actually happened in the hospital. This makes me think about how when I’m older, I will not fully remember the details of my college experience that seem so great and unforgettable.