Has it happened to you that you can’t determine if your recollection of a place, an event is true or is it an image from a dream? I have a couple of such good memories. And although I am inclined to think that it was a dream, it is unlikely that I will ever know whether this is so, so I am inclined to “plunge” into these memories, as into reality. How often people choose a “different” reality in their memories in order to get away from everyday reality! This is especially true for children. I remember that we are about eight years old with girlfriends, we are sitting on a bench by the house on a summer evening and sharing events. And then one, more decisive, begins to “cheat”. Her story is gradually filled with unusual details, she inspiresly raises her eyes to the sky, and we sit with our mouths open. But is it possible to restrain the excitement that boils in each of us? Someone will say: “And there was such a skill!” - and now an avalanche of “memories” falls upon each of us. By the