It amazes me sometimes at the things that my children remember. They have little memories that are "kept alive" by pictures and things like that. Little stories about them that I've told them that they did when they were little. Those things turn into memories, too. And as an adult, there are things to me that I'm not sure if they're my memories, or pictures that my mom has and stories that kinda went along with them that turned into memories.
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