Have you ever had anything that you thought you remembered, only to learn later that it was false? Until a few years ago, I remembered crossing the field and the (very small) river that separated my parent's land and that of my paternal grandparents, and visiting with my grandfather. I had no such memories of my grandmother because she died before I was born. I knew what she looked like from pictures, but have always known that I had never met her. But I thought I remembered visiting with my grandfather more than once, and doing so by crossing the field and creek once. Yet my older brother told me that I wasn't even two years old when my grandfather died, and couldn't possibly remember him, and I certainly didn't cross the field and creek in order to do so. That is, indeed, where my grandparents had lived, and the family did sometimes walk across the field and cross the river in order to do so, rather than driving. It was a river because it emptied into Lake Michigan, but it was no wider than a small creek. I didn't have a lot of memories of my grandfather but I was so sure that I had known him. I had seen him while he was alive, and had very likely been in his house, but I wasn't even two years old at the time, and people don't generally develop memories until they are at least two.