Are there childhood memory that you have forgotten—like gone, you didn’t even know it had happened—but suddenly, out of the blue, the memory came back? I have couples. In high school, I suddenly recalled a memory from what I believed was first grade. We were playing Bingo and I won the big prize, a big candy bar. I immediately, on the teacher recommendation I think, put it away in my backpack, which was kept in another room. That other room also is the entrance to the bathroom. It’s kind of a strange set up. I was upset after seeing a boy classmate got up to go use the restroom. I had this feeling my candy cane was gone. Later, I left for the restroom and checked my backpack. It was really gone. I wanted to check that boy’s backpack, but I didn’t know which was his. I came back upset, but I was a very shy girl and couldn’t tell the teacher my candy cane was stolen; and who likely was the thief. In another one, in Kindergarten, while I was busy playing with blocks by myself, two boys accused me of saying the B word. The teacher came to me and said I shouldn’t say the bad word. The shy me cried and responded that I didn’t say it. I truly didn’t even know what the B word was. My parents didn’t speak English and I didn’t hang out with other children outside of school—where would I learn bad words? In another memory, I was a cheater. It was in Kindergarten. The teacher wanted students to write. I don’t remember the subject, but I didn’t know what to write. I copied the boy beside me. When the teacher called us over to ask, I didn’t admit it and insisted it was my story. I think the teacher knew who wrote it and who copied. I don’t have any recollection of what happened after this. Thinking back, I’m quite ashamed. But then I understand why I did it. I really didn’t know what to write. My English was pretty low and bad. But I didn’t want to fall behind. I was afraid I would not get the assignment done. I didn’t quite understand why it was not okay to copy either. ——— Not related, but my sister once told me of what happened to her in Kindergarten. A girl who had a similar rose coat to my sister’s one day demanded that my sister stole her coat. Who knows where her coat went, but she demanded my sister “returned” her coat. My sister of course responded that she didn’t—that was her rose coat. Either way, the teacher had my sister “returned” the coat. My sister was a super shy girl that when the teacher said so, she did so. We didn’t know of the incident. The mother of the student learned of the incident and came to apologize with a new coat for my sister. That was how my mom learned of the incident, but it was never mentioned to me until years later. I could only guess that maybe the student went home with my sister’s coat and found out her rose coat was home—and not stolen. Or somehow the mom knew the coat wasn’t her daughter and came to apologize.