I wrote about a childhood holiday in Wales and showed my family.
‘You’ve forgotten that the car broke down three times,’ said Mum. ‘Your dad reconnected the exhaust with bandages and glue.’
‘I thought that was in Scotland.’
‘Nope. And you’ve forgotten how you were always wandering off in a daydream and we could never find you.’
‘There was a dragon to find, but no-one helped. At least I wasn’t naughty like Julia.’
My sister objected, ‘I was as good as gold.’
‘Yeah right,’ I retorted.
‘Memories are mostly made up,’ said Mum, ‘but they’re more fun that way.’
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