In We are all completely beside ourselves by Karen Joy Fowler, she talks about a lot about the nature of memory (and it's changing facets). She says "This doesn't mean that the story isn't true, only that I honestly don't know anymore if I really remember it or only remember how to tell it."
She expands on this idea "Language does this to our memories - simplifies, solidifies, codifies, mummifies. An oft-told story is like a photograph in a family album; eventually, it replaces the moment it was meant to capture."
My husband was telling a story from his childhood and his sister asked "Was I there?" (she wasn't) and then pondered "Why do I remember it so clearly then?" It was purely because she'd heard the story so often that her mind had injected her into the picture.
The fluidity of memory is how that terrible trip turns into a fond memory as the repeated telling of the tale for the amusement of others begins to inject the humour of the story on the feelings associated with the event.
Time and memory are true artists; they remould reality nearer to the heart's desire. (John Dewey) and this may be a blessing or a curse.
Have you ever had someone tell your story as their own? Do you find the nature of memory fascinating?
Linking up with #Lifethisweek. The prompt this week was News I will never forget. I have so far been lucky in that all the terrible news I've had so far I've been able to normalise or forget. I realise maybe I distort it in my memory, like the above post describes, or I normalise it so that what might be terrible news becomes the new normal and I roll with it. Or maybe I've just been super blessed and have yet to hit the really bad news that scars for life. I do have a poor memory and this is quite possibly a large part of it. The months of tears are eventually just forgotten. So forgive my adaptation of the prompt, while I've had some pretty bad news in my time, I seem to have diluted or distorted it in my memory. And I'm eternally grateful that I can!