Memory is the psychological process of acquiring, storing, retaining, and later retrieving information. It involves three major processes: encoding, the act of converting information into a form that can be stored; storage, maintaining the information over time; and retrieval, accessing the stored information when needed.
https://www.verywellmind.com/what-is-memory-2795006
I chose this theme because I am fascinated by how memories work—whether they exist in a deteriorated state, as seen in conditions like amnesia or dementia, or in literature with unreliable narrators. Additionally, I am intrigued by phenomena like the Mandela Effect, where collective false memories occur, and I want to explore what causes these distortions in memory and how they impact our perception of reality.
I don’t have many vivid memories from before the age of four. In fact, I rely heavily on stories shared by my parents and family members to fill in those gaps. However, from age four onward, certain experiences stand out clearly:
Going Missing from School
At the age of four, I wandered off while with my childminder. I turned around and realized everyone was gone. Assuming they had returned to her house, I decided to find my way there on my own. When I arrived, I got into a lot of trouble, but it was a defining moment that left a lasting impression on me.
Childhood Television Shows
I have fond memories of the TV shows I used to watch as a child. These programs became a big part of my daily life and are some of the first things I can vividly recall.
Feeding Ducks at the Park
I remember spending time with my dad and siblings, going to the park, and feeding ducks. These were small, routine moments, but they carry a sense of joy and simplicity that I cherish.
A Car Accident
When I was eight, my mum, siblings, two uncles, and I were involved in a car accident. It was a traumatic experience that left a deep impression on me. It was also the first time I saw my dad break down and cry, which was a profound and memorable moment.
Weekend Arcades with Dad
My siblings and I used to go to the arcade with our dad on weekends. These outings were a source of fun and bonding that made weekends special.
A Valentine’s Day Family Memory
Once, I asked my parents if I could join their Valentine’s Day plans. Instead of going out, they decided to stay at home, and we spent the day together as a family. That gesture of inclusion is something I still hold dear.
While I have many childhood memories, most are from the age of four onwards. There are moments I forget entirely until someone reminds me, which highlights how memory can be both fleeting and selective.