My brother and I have a memory of something that actually happened, we were both there, but we can't agree on what exactly happened to who.
We were probably 9 and 6 when it happened.
I told the story a few years ago, and he said, "no, that's what happened to me, not you." I don't know whether to trust my memory of what actually happened, or his.
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