I had a brother in law who taught me that memories aren’t always what you think. He had heard some story’s my friend and I told, so often, that at the end he had inserted himself in. We knew he was wrong, but now I wonder about the reality I think I lived.
I had a brother in law who taught me that memories aren’t always what you think. He had heard some story’s my friend and I told, so often, that at the end he had inserted himself in. We knew he was wrong, but now I wonder about the reality I think I lived.