When I was younger, my family and I would always go on vacations every November. One year when we were coming home, my parents and I got separated in the Philadelphia Airport. My dad and brother were going to the bathroom and I decided to go to as well. Thinking I could beat my dad and brother out of the bathroom, I didn’t tell my dad I was in there, but I told my mom I let my dad know I was going. Unfortunately I didn’t beat them out because men are unnaturally fast at going to the bathroom. When I was finished, I didn’t see my family, so I assumed my dad and brother were still in the bathroom. I was waiting outside the entrance probably for five minutes and was calling my dad’s name into the bathroom. A lady saw me calling for my dad and she asked me what his name was; she tried calling into the bathroom for my dad as well, but he didn’t answer and she told me she didn’t think he was in there. At this point, I was freaking out and started to cry. The lady was walking with me to help me find my family and the next thing I knew, I saw my parents coming down the escalator to find me. I remember being upset with my dad for forgetting me, and my mom was pretty upset with him as well. This is an example of an implanting memory because every time my family and I are in an airport, we always bring up this story. I was probably about eight or nine years old, and I believe I formed the details of this story through my parents. I’ve heard this story enough that I believe I created my thoughts during this event. It truly feels like I remember every detail of this situation, but since it happened so long ago I know now from psychology that it is highly unlikely.