Re: The essence of memory... -- Adilbrand Noblesword's Hall of Warriors

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Date Posted: 02:16:51 04/24/04 Sat
Author: mt. healthy mountaineer
Subject: Re: The essence of memory...
In reply to: Adilbrand 's message, "Re: The essence of memory..." on 17:20:37 04/20/04 Tue

Adilbrand: A parent can tell a child something the child did as a little kid, and, with enough application of imagination, the child can actually "remember" it - even if the story was a complete fabrication.

Very true. My parents often talked about a summer vacation they took when I was little and how it suddenly got very cold - nearly freezing - and how they had to stick me inside my dad's jacket while he was wearing it and I cried and cried and cried because it was so cold. I can remember it vividly, even today. I can remember the gold-colored jacket and standing next to a tram system waiting to go somewhere. I remember my dad's hair blowing in the winter-like winds. I remember all of this despite having been shown a picture taken that day and the jacket is wrong, there's no tram system and I was less than a year old.

I had just imagined the whole thing, substituting the Disney World Tram and a jacket my dad often wore later on so I could participate in the memory, too.

BTW, NBC had an appalling story about "created" memories of ritual satanic abuse in Texas and a grand jury gone on a Satanist hunt (rather than the metaphorical Witch hunt). I thought it was interesting timing since I had just mentioned that sort of thing here.

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