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The things we remember (or not as the case may be)

It’s funny the things we remember and the things we forget. Talking to my younger sister the other day, she asked me if I recalled shutting her in the cupboard? I told her ‘no’ I did n’t remember and asked was she sure it was n’t an unmemory? Two things here. Firstly, I was mortified by the thought that I would shut anyone in the cupboard, especially my younger sister! Secondly, an unmemory is a term me and my husband use for things our children ‘recall’ but which either did not actually happen or they remember something that happened but in a way that is not what or how it happened. Also, children often perceive things differently from adults, and it is suggested that imagination is strongest in childhood.

By the way, at the time of said event mentioned above, that is ‘shutting’ my little sister in the cupboard, I was apparently 7 or 8 and her 5 or 6 . Apparently, it was a brown cupboard. Even the mention of the colour, of the said cupboard did not jog my memory. Not one bit. So, it seems either I have selective amnesia or my sister is having an ‘unmemory’ or just maybe I did shut her in the cupboard. We both claim to have great memories but for some reason, she remembers it and I don’t. I am sure that if I did shut her in the cupboard, and it had upset her, I would have got into trouble.

All I can say in my defence is that if I did shut her in the cupboard, I am sure it must have perhaps been a game we were playing. I think I read ‘The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe’ around that age. Even back then I was an avid reader. Reading was always a wonderful escape that provided me with ample adventures. So, if I did lock her in the cupboard, and maybe I did or maybe I did n’t, it may have been that I would have seen going into the cupboard as the doorway to an adventure or a gateway to a fairytale world. My sister on the other hand may have had an entirely different take on this! However, all that said maybe I saw it as a prank or maybe even, I was just being mean. Even children can be mean.

In case it did actually happen (and my sister is adamant it did), I have of course apologised and the apology has been accepted, and we are the best of friends.

So, as I said, it’s funny the things we remember (or not as the case may be).

Blessed be!

Liola x

© Liola Lee 2021

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February 2021
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