For En211

Memory, I am afraid, is the most dishonest narrator. Memory is very biased to start with; I choose what to remember, what is important to remember. It is subconscious for the most part, but sometimes I even consciously try to forget something. I am biased; every single thing I say is somehow influenced by my opinion, my individual life experience. Everything for me is a little different than what it is for you. The memories I have are not spared from my biases. Two people could have witnessed the same exact event, one finding it beautiful, the other tragic, and over time each time these people recall the event, each time one will make it more tragic, the other more beautiful. If they were ever to discuss that event with one another they would be shocked at the difference in recollection. With that I must tell you that while the stories I tell are true to the best of my memory, they may have changed over time. It is also necessary for me to say that some of my memories are mere segments of events surrounded by clouds of gray, and I fill in the clouds of gray with things that I think may have happened or what logically may have occurred. To the best of my memory my life did not even start until I was four, all memories before that time are constructed from home videos. My memories are not perfect and while they are clear to me sometimes they are no more clear than a dream, they may have never even happened. It could, honestly, all just be a dream, I do not really know.