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So there's this memory I've had for a very long time ever since I was really young.

I was walking to the flower shop with my mom and my little brother Ken when we ran into

our neighbor and her big fluffy black dog, Mopsie.

So Ken and I went up to Mopsie to give him like a good pat and some scratches, you know,

the standard stuff when you come across a cute dog.

Then all of a sudden he lunged a can and sunk his teeth into his legs.

I can't seem to remember too much after that but I've been skittish with dogs ever since.

Every time I see one on the sidewalk I kind of like lean away or whenever I meet a friend's dog,

I just I kind of politely decline to pet them.

I even kind of crushed Ken's dream of getting a dog because I was always so worried that it would

attack him again. But when I asked my mom about this, well, this happened.

Mopsie? Darling, I don't think Mopsie ever attacked Ken. Mopsie is like my favorite dog

and I've never seen Mopsie attack anyone and no, I think I would remember if a dog attacked my

baby and Ken. No, I would have remembered something like that. That didn't happen. Plus,

if it did it would have come up another time under one of the other times when I'd seen

Mopsie, like my leg getting molded by a dog, I'd have at least a tiny scar.

So where did this memory come from? If no one else remembers it, did any of it even really happen?

Did I make it all up in my head?

Tie as wide. I'm tied and this is my podcast. Tie asks why. There are just so many good

questions out there that you just really want to have answered. Why do we laugh?

How do animals know where they're going? What can I do when I'm anxious?

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