thatguywhojuggles
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I remember when I was a young boy, talking to my mother. I described to her in detail a memory of mine. It was a very clear, visual memory of an event. She told me that I was not even alive when that event happened, but that I was probably told about it a few times when I was much younger. I found that hard to believe since my memory seemed so real.