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When we got back from France I was five years old. We'd been there a
year -- a whole 20% of my life! Nevertheless, I remembered our old
house and was very excited to be back. When we got back from the
airport I ran in, screaming "Yay!" I ran straight for my room, flung
open the door...and saw the stairs! I stood there for a minute,
feeling a bit weird. I think it was my first experience with false
memories.
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