I had a "memory" for a long time about being on the side of the road with a huge bus across and I was holding my mom's hand and there were other people there.

When I told my mom about it and asked her if I was imagining it or if it was a real memory. She kind of gasped and said that I was only 18 months old when that happened. We were on our way to visit her sister, and the bus broke down and we had to wait for another bus to pick us up. She was so surprised I remembered that.

I must say, so was I. It was only that one memory and being it was a foggy morning, so the memory seemed foggy, if you know what I mean.