YOUTH NOW
Your Childhood Memories Are Probably Fake
We’re surprisingly unreliable narrators of our own life story
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5 min readSep 7, 2018
I’m standing under the porch of our old redbrick house on the outskirts of London, a rickety fence to the left propping up unwieldy roses, and in front of me, my nana crouched down with her hands resting on her knees, smiling encouragingly at me to…
