Remember back when every other kid was being held up as a victim of wholesale satanic practices? Do you also remember when it turned out that every single instance turned out to be false? Seems that, by asking the right questions, adults were planting false memories in the impressionable little tykes’ minds.
At the time I wasn’t too sure how to take that information. Now I’m more sympathetic. A combination of age and oxygen reduction to the brain when I sleep has resulted in my memory going to hell in a handbasket (whatever that means). Now I never know if the things I do remember actually happened or if I made it up just to fill in the gap.
I guess I’m just another victim of false memory syndrome.