I’m always amazed when I ask my older brother (3.5 years older) about something from our shared childhood and his memory of the incident is so different than mine. It’s a happy moment when we both have the same take on something, but it’s been a rare moment as well. Taught me a lot about how I see my raising as my specific experience, and not that of his or my younger sister (2 years younger).
Thank you for sharing both the joy Ned the pain of the memory. You are so correct that memories—that we hold within— make us who we are. What a great friend you had/have.
I’m always amazed when I ask my older brother (3.5 years older) about something from our shared childhood and his memory of the incident is so different than mine. It’s a happy moment when we both have the same take on something, but it’s been a rare moment as well. Taught me a lot about how I see my raising as my specific experience, and not that of his or my younger sister (2 years younger).
Thank you for sharing both the joy Ned the pain of the memory. You are so correct that memories—that we hold within— make us who we are. What a great friend you had/have.
Your memory is your reality, and it's what contributed to who you've become. That's what really matters, as Susan said so eloquently!