That made me think a lot, because usually I am the one who brings up the past with my parents.

My mom used to give me haircuts when I was a kid and keep my hair short. So, although I am female, at one event when I was five, I was mistaken for a boy. I got very upset and have never let that go (it has been over 30 years). Looking back on it, it does seem petty.

My brother's memory is even better than mine, so he will bring up conversations we had over 10 years ago (that I don't remember) and accuse me of "lying" because I have a different opinion now. Apparently people aren't allowed to change their minds. For him, it's his OCD and rumination. He dwells on the past far too much which makes him miserable. I'm working on living more in the present, since the past can't be changed anyway.