None of your memories are true. Not as far as you can tell by introspection, at least. We tell ourselves stories about ourselves -- our favorite subject -- and

None of your memories are true. Not as far as you can tell by introspection, at least. We tell ourselves stories about ourselves -- our favorite subject -- and those narratives, compressed versions of our experiences, become our memories. They're all, every one of them, shaded by the theme we want for the story. That doesn't have to be a bad thing: keep telling yourself as the hero of the story of Good Samaritin, the Valiant Little Tailer, or the Adventurous Entrepreneur, and you start to believe it ... and then you start living up to the story.