I was six when Princess Diana died. My very first memory is of my entire family crowded around the television in our living room, glued to the news reports about the car accident that caused her untimely departure from this earth. I remember our living room – all federation ceilings and ugly carpet.
I remember our small, 90s television. I remember having no comprehension of what was going on, and why everyone cared so much, so I was playing with a rainbow-coloured skipping rope and probably being generally quite disruptive.
At least, I think it’s my first memory. But I generally have a shitty memory. And there are so many memories all muddled up in my head; some good, some bad, and some as murky as the ocean on a particularly tumultuous day. There are some memories that I think I’ve put together entirely based on photographs. There are other memories that I think I’ve actually muddled up with particularly vivid dreams. There are even some that have many blanks, but that I’ve pieced together somehow, based on congruous bits and pieces.
When it comes down to it – every story we tell, is a memory. Every anecdote we share is based on a memory. And yet memory can be so incredibly flawed.
So how many of your memories are actually fake?
Or if not fake – then at least intrinsically flawed in some way?
That’s the question The Atlantic asked its readers in an article last week, written about people with Highly Superior Autobiographical Memory – you know, the kind of people who can be asked what they were doing on a completely random day 30 years ago, and they will tell you that they ate a blueberry bagel with cream cheese for lunch while reading Animal Farm for the third time.
Essentially; the release of new research has found that even those with extraordinary memories can have false memories, and suggests that any one of us can succumb to the demise of the accurate memory.
A journalist named Erika Hayasaki, who teaches journalism at UC Irvine in the United States, wrote the Atlantic article. She takes note of the research done by one Professor Elizabeth Loftus, who spends her time researching the contamination of memories. She writes:
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Supposedly professional journalist making fun of an air crash survivor in which nine other people lost their lives. Awkward? No. Unprofessional and quite frankly disgusting? Yes.
I have the shittiest memory ever and people tell me stuff that happened or that was said and I have no memory of it so I just have to take their word for it. I have no doubt that I'll end up with Altzheimers evenutally