
My dad, back in high school. I don't remember him like this at all. I haven't seen him for 15 years; he might be living in Hawaii. Last time I saw him he had a beard and put on a lot of weight. He also wore these darkish glasses. I was only 12 or 13 at the time and so my memory is not clear.

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I wonder how much we mold our own memories as we invent and recreate stories about our past.
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