Facts

Facts are soft things.

There have been studies done on the reliability of witnesses as well as the propensity for the brain to ignore facts that don't fit its view of the world.

My very first memory was of waking up in an oxygen tent in an unfamiliar room. My father was there, telling me that he had to leave but would be back soon. Terrified at being abandoned, I clearly remembered plotting to pounce on his arm and not let go. To immediately feign sleep. I awoke the next morning still clutching his arm.

Almost 25 years later, my mother corrected me, clarifying that it was definitely her, not my father whom I had clung so desperately to that night.