ABSTRACT
O ver the Christmas holiday, my sister asked, “Do you remember when you knocked over the Christmas tree?”
I said, “What are you talking about? I never did that!” Puzzled, my sister said, “Yes you did, don’t you remember?” My brother added, “Yes, you were hurrying to squeeze behind the tree so you could take a picture of Aunt Dotty and Uncle Jim as they came up the driveway when you knocked the tree over.” Indignant, I said, “What … what are you talking about … you must be mixing me up with someone else.” My father insisted, “No, you definitely knocked the tree over. It was a big mess, and we made fun of you for it.” He added that he remembered me feeling bad about ruining the tree, even though everyone said it was okay. They simply couldn’t believe that I had forgotten this.
