Going back through the years, we reinvent the memories. Adding to the situation, taking away the fear, enhancing the reality of what is now fiction.
We embrace the trance, hypnotized by the stories told so many times that they seem fairy tales to us now. We ponder the chance of reuniting with high school crushes and glamorize the resentment for the head cheerleader who stole him.
Through the internet, some years later, we search, longing for a piece of information that will elaborate the fairy tale, making it more real, more reachable. Then we add this small piece of findings to the story, to the memory, pretending it's something we, ourselves, experienced with them.
Maybe that's only me.
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Baby! You hit it on the nailhead....been there, done that and still do that. Many of the memories we have are in black in white....the stories we tell of those memories are in vivid color.
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