Did that really happen?

Memory is a funny thing. It doesn't have a beginning or an end and it doesn't seem fulfilling for an individual. Memory is meant for lots of people, I think. We rely on others to fill in details or remind us about events. But does that make memory true? Prosper tells Miranda about her past- asks her if she knows any details or remembers anything, then builds on it. The rest of the play verifies his story, but the way he says it, reminds me of how you would tell a child about his past. When a kid broke a bone or something, and you add all these details, the kid gets excited and fabricates more details. Lyra in the Golden Compass does that. Ana in the animated movie, Anastasia, does that too when she "remembers" her life as a princess. Do implanted memories ring a bell? Put a story in someone's head, and they apply it to their life. The heroine in Northanger Abbey applies the stories she reads to her own life. I guess that's not quite the same as remembering another story for her own life, but you could fill in the gaps of your memory with stories that you read or hear. My sisters, my mom and I all have different versions for the same story when we used to play together. My doll is bald in back with flecks of nail polish in what remains of her hair. I claim that my sister did that and cut up her hair. My sister thinks she did the nail polish, and I did the cutting. My mom says I did all of it. Maybe we'll never know.