I once described a few of my earliest memories to my mom, who politely listened and then showed me the photographs that implanted those memories in my brain. Of

I once described a few of my earliest memories to my mom, who politely listened and then showed me the photographs that implanted those memories in my brain. Of the five earliest "memories" I have, two of them are based on pictures of me as an infant, well before I could actually have formed memories. One of them was a thing I'd never actually done, but there was a picture of my brother doing it as a kid. I'd just seen these photos years ago, and told a story about them happening to me which had neatly and imperceptibly replaced my memory of them as photographs. I wondered when that phenomenon stopped: could it happen to me as an adult, even today? Almost certainly. Probably happens all the time.