I Have a Tendency to Make Myself Laugh

Now I have this tendency to remember moments from my childhood that nobody else does. This leads me to believe that either everyone was either too young or in a different state of mind to remember. Or (and most likely) I just imagined it and it became so real to me that it is now etched in my mind as a true story. Example: It was Thanksgiving and I was about 10 years old. My Aunt Jenny was in town and we were all enjoying our turkey when my brother started to choke. My dad rushed over to give him the hymlic maneuver, which then caused my brother to vomit all over his plate. This then created a chain reaction of vomiting starting with Wiley, followed by my mom and closing out with my Aunt Jenny. Unfortunatly no one in my family remembers this but me. I, however, see it so clearly in my head like it happened yesterday. My mom running to spit in the sink, my dad cussing and trying to clean up, and me in the living room holding back laughter (cuz I thought it was funny). I don’t know why this event is so vivid in my head or why no one else remembers it. Because to this day I swear that whole thing really did happen.  

Then today I was talking to my brother on the phone. When I was in high school I discovered this amazing local accapella group called The Coats (before Columbine they were called The Trenchcoats). There was this one song Wiley and I would always sing while we were doing the dishes called Accapella. Today my mom and I were reminsing over the good ole days so I call my brother up and ask him to just respond naturally. I sang the first line and he dully repeats it. Then I go on to sing the second line where he has a distinctly different part… and my brother totally forgets it. I asked him if he remembered what we use to do (and even sang it too him) and he said no. HE DIDN’T EVEN REMEMBER OUR SONG!

I think when I was growing up I just made up stories in my head to make my life feel more interesting. I know that I had a vivid imagination (and I still do… you say something to me and I immedatly see it). This has however, hurt me in the long run. Now I am left here to ponder… what was my childhood really like. I’m sure if I really wanted too I could ask around and get some of my stories straight, but really, what happened? Man…