It’s the annual I Remember Mrs. Darwin birthday event. I can remember earlier this fall composing possible entries in my head, and thinking surely Mrs. D’s birthday must be coming soon. But I can’t remember any of those attempts now. Luckily, this genre comes to me quite naturally, now that the boy has entered the Must Repeat Monty Python Sketches All Day Long phase of early adolescence. Most fun I had all day. Go join in.
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In case just one fake memory is not enough, feel free to spread the fun here, there, and everywhere:
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don’t speak often, please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL MEMORY OF YOU AND ME.
It can be anything you want–good or bad–BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.
When you’re finished, post this paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON’T ACTUALLY remember about you.