While we were chatting, I asked her how she learned to paint (cause, I stink at it!) and we got to talking about how she never really did paint much in our old house. (We moved when I started High school.)
I said something like, "But Justin's room (my brother) was blue!"
Mom has assured me that it definitely was not blue. But, it's been bothering me for DAYS now.
I mean, it's not a HUGE part of my childhood. But, if I don't remember something as simple as paint color, how do I know whether my other child hood memories are correct?!
So, last night while mom was over, I was STILL pondering this. And, basically, BEGGING her to remember that it was blue...to no avail.
So, I called my brother.
Me: Justin, what color was your bedroom when we were growing up?
Justin: I remember it getting painted blue once.
Me: See mom?! I didn't even lead him and he said blue!
Mom: it wasn't blue unless your father painted it.
Justin: HEY DAD? WAS MY ROOM BLUE IN OUR OLD HOUSE?
(Hehe...it was quite the conversation! Mom and I at my house, Justin and Dad at my parents house. Justin and dad weren't even in the same room!)
Dad: How am I supposed to know?! (He worked road construction and was gone a lot.)
So, basically absolutely nothing was solved. My brother and I are convinced it was blue, and mom's convinced it wasn't ever painted anything but white.
Do you have stories like that? Things you are CONVINCED were a certain way when you were a child but that your parents assure you were not actually so? It's a bit disconcerting to me!