I dont really like the word “memory”.

There was a story called “What color was that girl’s dress?”.

Two girls named “A” an “B” are recalling an old story together. Until they get into a discussion about a picture hanging on the wall of one of the staircase landings in their school. A picture of a girl picking flowers in front of a deep red sunset. -A said “oh! How nostalgic. You’re talking about the girl in a pretty yellow dress,right?” But -B said, “No,the dress she was wearing was red,just like the sunset!”…… “No,it was yellow”…. “No,it was definitely red”… “all right then, why dont we go see for ourselves?”….

So the two of them went there. They were filled with excitement as they reached the old, nostalgic school building.. and so.. what was the color of the girls dress in the picture?…can you guess it?..

The answer is…it didn’t have a color. It was just a black and white picture. The girl that wears a dark silhouette was scribbled completely with black. Yet, in their memories,both bickering girls were sure that the dress in the picture had a color.

See??.. Human memories are too vague. Thinking something has a color when it doesn’t.Making things more dramatic than they really are. Glorifying things. It gives new,greater meaning than what was actually there....

So be careful of what you choose to forget and will continue to remember.... :)