Have you ever have a childhood memory, that others tell you didn't actually happen?

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1. I do. And others do too. It's not uncommon.

It's somewhat conjecture that mine isn't true but take my word for it; it can't be.

I was an Air Force kid. And when I was little, I was sick a lot with some gastrointestinal thing that would put me in the hospital about twice a year. When I was five and six we lived in Columbus Mississippi and one Thanksgiving I wa in hospital there. I remember a number of things, including having my arm strapped to a board so I couldn't pull out my IV, and a little windup toy chicken that a nice man bought me (back then parents couldn't spend all their time there so I was alone a lot). But the other thing I remember is Mary, a little black girl who stood in the corner of the room with her face to the wall, crying. That's all she did, the onl memory I ahve of her.

As I said, it was Mississippi in about 1960-61. I can pretty much promise you there was no little black girl rooming with me. The fact I know her name after all these years impresses hell out of me. I think she might have been a dream, or a really lonely scared little girl's projection of her frightened self. But I've always wished I could give Mary a hug and let her know everything would be all right.