Ha! You've got me thinking about the scar on my sister's leg - did she *really* get that when she was knocked off her motorbike on the way to her job at Thorpe Park in... 1988?
(I went to Thorpe Park many times prior to '89 - in fact, I've never been since then. It certainly existed, although it didn't really qualify as what one would today call a "theme park": I don't remember any rides, and the most exciting thing there was the Cinema 180 with its immersive projections of rides from *actual* rollercoasters and, best of all, a lap of Monaco).
The problem with false memories is how they quickly grow more sophisticated. The more pernicious ones quickly produce physical evidence - scars being a common one.
Ha! You've got me thinking about the scar on my sister's leg - did she *really* get that when she was knocked off her motorbike on the way to her job at Thorpe Park in... 1988?
(I went to Thorpe Park many times prior to '89 - in fact, I've never been since then. It certainly existed, although it didn't really qualify as what one would today call a "theme park": I don't remember any rides, and the most exciting thing there was the Cinema 180 with its immersive projections of rides from *actual* rollercoasters and, best of all, a lap of Monaco).
The problem with false memories is how they quickly grow more sophisticated. The more pernicious ones quickly produce physical evidence - scars being a common one.
Touché! That is SO good 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻