
Originally Posted by
Cold Pizza
Ever find yourself caught up in a vivid memory of an event that, you later realize with confusion, didn’t really happen the way you thought?
My mum often tells stories about a son she has. Lazy little bastard he was, a real handful. Unkempt hair. Drank liquor and smoked weed. Played music too loud. Misbehaved constantly, very disrespectful and never helped around the house. Irresponsible. Borrowed things without asking. Well, I grew up in that house. And I did not even have a brother. Those days were full of laughs and freewheeling good times. A completely fun youth it was. Mum's obviously full of false memories.