My daughter accuses me of making things up. Actually, she accuses me of having lied shamelessly to her throughout her childhood. I try to convince her that I am merely talented at speaking metaphorically.
I don't know. I find myself asking myself, "Did that actually happen or did I make it up?" Let's just say I have complete empathy for Brian Williams and his suspension for exaggerated stories of his ride in a helicopter.
But I do think this is a real memory. Why would I possibly make this up? I think the news about the water crisis in Flint, Michigan, stirred up a memory of an old grammar book from elementary school days in the late 1950's. Because I had the feeling I had experience with the place but I don't believe I have ever actually been there. I remember writing letters--lessons about proper form, etc.--to people and businesses with Flint, Michigan, addresses. I remember writing and punctuation sentences about things going on in the daily lives of sixth graders in Flint.
Does anybody else remember something like this or have I made it up?
In any case, it was in some ways a very different world then because it seems to me the point was that '50's Flint was just the embodiment of the American dream. But then, in other ways, it is not such a different world, because then as now, no one would have gotten away with poisoning the entire water supply of a prosperous, predominantly white city.