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Given this tendency, consider the important role narrative plays in shaping the memories we have of past experiences. The forces that shape the narrative, shape the memory, and what actually happened sometimes disappears into the mists, as it were (it is the job of historians to recover what has been lost). In short, you could say, that those who tell the best stories, rule.
For this assignment, you should talk to someone with whom you have shared an experience of some importance. Choose an experience that is sufficiently complex and a partner who sufficiently cooperative that you are likely to produce different accounts of the same event. Ask your partner (or partners) to help you remember as many details about the experience as possible. Take mental note of any differences between your memory and theirs--either things you remember differently or details they remembered, but you didn't, and vice versa.
In the comment section at the bottom of this post, report on your experience and reflect on the significance of the differences you encountered.
And consider this: if you want to have a storehouse of good memories, the quality of the experiences you have may actually matter less in the long run than the stories you start telling about them.

Last Labor Day, four of my friends and I took a road trip to a two day concert in Tuskahoma. One of my friends remembers it as Clayton and one can’t recall the town at all. I asked the four of them all the same questions without letting them hear each others’ answers. Two of my friends completely forgot how long we were gone and on what holiday we left. Another of my friends completely forgot about the most famous performer altogether.
ReplyDeleteI even found myself forgetting details that they were mentioning when I asked them to tell me as much as they could remember. Some things I could briefly remember and others I had to admit that I couldn’t recall at all. There were small discrepancies in all of our memories: what we ate, who we saw, which concert was first. None of us could even remember the reason we stood in line for an hour before one of the concerts.
Considering all five of us had spent so much time together and made so many memories, I found it hard to believe we had forgotten so many things. However, when reflecting on the “quality of the experience” all five of us remembered a fun, happy time. Even though none of us remembered the trip happening in exactly the same way, we all had the same good feelings about the memories.