I can confirm this happens to me. Several occasions I have a “memory” of something. A house we lived in, a late relative, etc. Things that have an oral history

I can confirm this happens to me. Several occasions I have a “memory” of something. A house we lived in, a late relative, etc. Things that have an oral history since before most my normal memory begins. I have an image in my head of what that memory was to me. (My normal memory is rather image recall based, even for facts I remember/see the books/movie/website where I saw it as a reference for the memory.) Except on a handful of these early memories, I’ve later, sometimes much later, found an old photo in one of the family albums that IS my memory. Leaves me somewhat in a minor existential crisis each time I realize my memory is a sham.