All we have is our memories… Okay that’s appears to be a reasonable statement, but what are memories? What constitutes a bona fide memory?Is it a verifiable event or just a figment of the imagination that is considered real? I’ll admit I’m vexed about this and I’ll tell you why. Yesterday I was reliving happy memories of drawing and colouring as a child with crayons and I was taking great pleasure in remembering my favourite shade of yellow from Crayola called Dandelion. I loved that yellow, it was one of my favourite colours. No big deal, right? Except that this shade didn’t become part of Crayola’s arsenal until 1990, long after I ceased to be a child madly colouring my heart out. Talk about a mind f***.
Well there is always a logical explanation for things, right? The only thing I could come up with, was colouring with my young son, who was coincidentally born in 1990. I must admit that opening a brand new box of Crayola Crayons as an adult with my young son, gave me just as much pleasure as it did when I was a child. I know I would have coloured with my son, but I can’t remember doing it, I just know I did and somewhere along the line I added the Dandelion Yellow into my own childhood memory of colouring and made it my memory. When I was a child it was a big deal to get the 64 box of crayons from Crayolas. It was considered a worthy present, because Crayola crayons were the best you could get. The cheap, no name crayons that most of us made do with, just weren’t that good. The colours were drab, dull, and limited, there wasn’t the gigantic assortment of exotic shades that came in a box of 64 Crayola Crayons.
Still why would I create this bogus memory? As a writer I’m kind of interested in how this happened, but it’s unlikely I’m going to be able to pinpoint the moment that cause this memory. I guess memories are subjective at best and maybe that’s why when 10 people are asked what they saw or remember there is always a vast assortment of conflicting stories. And really maybe our lives are just stories and we’re making it all up as we go along. I kind of like that idea. So maybe the most accurate statement is, “All we have is our stories”.