Humans don't understand SHIT, and if you still claim to be one, too bad for you. The brain can be changed, wiring can be rewired - it's simple; you pull a connection here, and there, and reconnect them elsewhere. That's technology. That's your life in action, and it most often goes on behind the scenes (i.e., subconsciously, outside your awareness.)
Talking about one's life - howEVER one remembers it - is the fool's errand that Life demands from its hapless humans, and why? To keep them in their place of course. Every "look back" sees the same damn thing as previously, but the words that are applied to that "look back" will very often be slightly altered, just a bit, so that even YOU don't realize it. After enough times of this casual "remembering yourself", what you say you remember, may have never even happened at all! From a realistic point of view, "you" are not "you", "you" are someone "else" and you don't KNOW any of them. But they are all still sitting there at the switchboard, forever fiddling with the wiring.
Some guys I once knew, when quite young, had bikes, and rode for hours everyday all over the city, and once got "almost mugged" by an old guy. Both freaked out, but one started crying outloud, shrieking and even wetting his pants. That's how they both told it to me at school the next day. A few decades later we met again for a drink, and when recalling the story, all laughing out loud, the pants wetter said the other guy was the pants wetter! When he was quickly rebuffed, by both of us, saying,"NO WAY... It was you.... how many times have you told that story anyway?" He said, many times over the years, and he was certain he wasn't the pants wetter. As for me, I never thought about it even once, not the rest of the day, or anytime thereafter, till remeeting those guys.
Can't trust 'em.
“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.”Oscar Wilde