Selective Memory

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.