I remember all kinds of things from childhood.
I remember going over to Ivan's house and running string through the living room, spraying liberally with WD-40, knotting a GI Joe to one end and lighting the other with a match. Enjoying the ensuing chaos.
I remember keeping a craw-fish in small tank that I never cleaned until it got so big we had to take it out to the creek that ran through a municipal golf course behind out neighborhood.
I recall hours spent playing catch with two pit bulls by tossing old 2X4's and watching them chew them up.
Thing is, I don't really know if that's how it all happened. I remember that these things happened, but it's not like I can close my eyes and see the events. It's not like I'm ancient, but at 40, the things I did when I was 10 aren't exactly vivid. So, I remember what I remember and accept it for what it is.
In the fictional town of Comal Creek (setting for Hill Country, Reckoning and what I'm currently mashing at keys on), there's a restaurant called The Skillet. It's a mix of burger joint, grocery store and small arcade. It's based on a real place, at least as best I can remember.
The Iron Skillet Ice & Grocery in Bulverde, TX isn't far from some property my grandparents used to own. We lived in San Antonio and it was only about a half hour out there, so we visited often (it was also the home of the two pit bulls I recall fondly if perhaps not accurately.) I'm sure I ate burgers there. I'm sure I played Space Invaders and Tempest (damn I loved Tempest) and I'm sure we bought milk and bread at the grocery store in the back.
Thing is, I might be wrong. Those things may have happened somewhere else, or a mix of places. But, I don't think it really matters. Those are good memories for me as they are. And vivid enough to for me to create pictures of them, even if they're not quite accurate.
So, do any of you have strong memories, that might not be quite what you think they are?