Memories are like storms. They often appear out of nowhere and leave the same way. They can linger for a long time or last a short while. They can cause you to feel sad, joyful, happy, afraid, and a multitude of other emotions. Depending on their size and affect, you can recall them at will or with great difficulty, sometimes forgetting about them completely. They can arrive unexpectedly, an unwelcome guest at a time to make things worse. Yet they can come to the rescue when you need them the most to aid against unpleasant experiences. They are both a blessing and a curse, depending on the circumstances. As time goes by, even the large ones fade away from your mind, occasionally resurfacing for small moments before leaving once more. One can often get confused with another because so many of them are alike. The details get fuzzy, caused by the years which have gone by. Some you can't be sure really happened at all, perhaps just a product of a popular myth or legend like the Big One that almost destroyed the town. In the same way, memories can be unreliable to a certain extent, especially those which occurred long ago in the early years of childhood. It is this fallacy, more than any other, which can get a person in trouble when recalling the past. For my part, I will try my best to remain honest, though this probably will not stop me from providing incorrect information based on my sometimes terrible memory. Any errors on my part are purely accidental and not meant to mislead or misrepresent.