When I was little, my older brothers repeatedly told me that I'd pushed over a motorbike one day. I eventually believed them and formed a vivid memory of the incident, and it wasn't til my 21st birthday that my brothers came clean.
15 years later, I still have some recollection of pushing the motorbike over, but I think it's more like a memory of a memory now, since I know it didn't really happen.
I don't think I'm particularly prone to suggestion (although I was young at the time). I feel like if it can happen to me, it must happen to other people also, and I too wonder how much of what we remember is false memories.
I don't think I'm particularly prone to suggestion (although I was young at the time). I feel like if it can happen to me, it must happen to other people also, and I too wonder how much of what we remember is false memories.