Have you ever had some little piece of your childhood come back to you in a memory and then doubt yourself that what you?

I had a memory of little green dinosaur soap from the Sinclair gas stations and I called my mother and asked if we used to get this green dinosaur soap. She thought I was crazy. Guess what I found them on ebay!

What memories do you have that you aren't entirely sure they really happened? Asked by SWFpdx 42 months ago Similar questions: piece childhood back memory doubt Environment > Earth Sciences.

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Don't trust your memory. I remembered dad and I getting something tasty out of a green square box up on a high shelf. I mentioned it to my older sister in law and she filled in the missing link.

Marshmallows used to come in tins. And it all fell in place. My grandfather told me that he had a gimpy arm, so his parents sent him to business school after high school.My dad said that there was nothing wrong with granddad's arm.

My older brother said he never heard of any such. So, I didn't know if I had been lied to or if I had dreamed it. But last year my only surviving uncle said that indeed granddad did have a gimpy arm.

He had had a shotgun go off when he was hanging it on the wall in the barn. Some of the shot went into his right forearm. But he wasn't sure about the reason for sending him to business school since all of the kids had some post high school education.

But the scariest memory(?) is of me standing out in the barn lot looking to the west at a bright red atomic cloud. I sure hope that one is fiction..

Yes. I remember eating saltine crackers spread with butter............ while I was lying on the floor between the kitchen and the dining room, looking at the Sunday ads from the newspaper, and cutting out the people who seemed like I'd like them as a family, and then gluing them in my scrap book all together - mothers, fathers, children, etc. This has always been a picture in my mind, but I never asked my parents about it - they wouldn't have noticed it anyway, and then it was too late after my mother died, cause I was only 23 and at that time it didn't really mean anything to me, and my father would have been in the living room listening to Opera, so he would never have known anyway. I still remember how good those saltines tasted - real butter and all....

Yes, I have doubts about some of my childhood memories... I suspect some of my childhood memories that seem so real to me now may be partly real and partly 'enhanced'. When something happens to you that is a little funny or magic but could be really funny or magic if changed just a little, there is a temptation among most all of us to do exactly that. Then, over years of retelling the incident it grows difficult to keep the enhancement separate from the reality.In that sense, I suspect that some of my memories are bogus.

I just don't know which parts. And it probably doesn't matter. A quick example: I remember playing a great game I made up that consisted of tying black thread back and forth in a dark room, they trying to get through the room without touching the 'poison' thread.

If I touched it, I had to start over. My younger sister and cousin remember how mean I was to string black thread in a dark room so that they would run into it. Two different memories, same event.

(I was always angry at them for breaking my thread, by the way). I've also learned that my memory of an event is vastly different than the memory of others there at the same time.It is just what was important to me wasn't a focus of theirs -- and they may be victims of their own retelling of the tale as well. Lawyers know the hazards of recollections very well.

People will clearly remember things that turn out to be physically impossible or suggested by the questions of others..

My parents fighting about me - almost every night - after I went to bed. I told a counselor about this memory, and she assured me I wasn't remembering correctly. Didn't really faze me, since I have a pretty lousy memory, and tend to trust other people's perceptions over my own.

I asked my Mom about it, and she actually validated my memory. So much for trusting your counselor! Lol Fun question!

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2 Yeah, its a legal fact that memories aren't perfect. I don't know the name of the syndrome, but tler is credited with saying that if you say it loud enough and long enough, people will believe it. This user has been banned from Askville.

2 Yeah, its a legal fact that memories aren't perfect. I don't know the name of the syndrome, but tler is credited with saying that if you say it loud enough and long enough, people will believe it.

Yeah, its a legal fact that memories aren't perfect. I don't know the name of the syndrome, but tler is credited with saying that if you say it loud enough and long enough, people will believe it.

I cant really gove you an answer,but what I can give you is a way to a solution, that is you have to find the anglde that you relate to or peaks your interest. A good paper is one that people get drawn into because it reaches them ln some way.As for me WW11 to me, I think of the holocaust and the effect it had on the survivors, their families and those who stood by and did nothing until it was too late.