When I was young, my older brother and I had an Atari. Nowadays I look back nostalgically at how fun it was to play those classic games.
My mother recalls it differently, however.
Then there was the time I visited a certain British landmark. Here's what I remember:
My friends' version:
But these examples pale compared to the great fire of '04. Everyone agrees that I was visiting my cousins and making krumkaker, those Norwegian waffle cookies of delight. After this the stories diverge.
How I remember it:
What my relatives insist occurred:
Selective memory for the win.