For this experiment I thought back to my first ever homerun in little league baseball when I was 12 and my younger brother Jacob was 9. I wrote down as many details as I could about this specific memory and then asked my brother to write as well, since he was at the game.
My memories: Played for the Rockies in last year of A ball, overjoyed and euphoric, Spencer Jones (good friend) pitching, sunny day, using Matt's baseball bat, one guy on base, optimist top field, cousins were in town.
Jacob's memories: solo homerun, cold, bottom field, with Dad, eating a fun dip, team was Rockies, Josh was pitching, you wouldn't stop talking about it, living at old house.
Now looking back and reviewing the two it interested me to see the similarities, differences and the obvious mishaps my brother had in his memories. As you can see we remembered the obvious memories like the team I was playing for, my good friend pitching but even had different answers for the field I was playing on. Also there were differences in remembrance of weather, which family members attended the game, and who scored on my homerun. This interests me because I know for a fact my cousins were in town visiting for the fourth of July along with the remembrance of it being a 2 run homerun putting my team tied at 4-4. The interest comes into play because I wonder which of Jacob's memories that differed from mine were indeed accurate. This ties to what we spoke on in class and read in the book how the brain is known to fill in memories with plausible false memories. For example, my brother's favorite candy at the ballpark was fun dip so it would make sense his brain would assume he was eating some (and maybe he actually was). Another example of the brain filling in is myself remembering a beautiful day when my brother swears it was cold and miserable. It makes sense my brain would fill a positive weather memory with one of my fondest memories of my first homerun. It is amazing how a memory so vivid to oneself, much like the 9/11 experiment, can truly change overtime, and sadly I never really will no who was right on some those memories.