Where do we imagine the line exists between fiction and nonfiction? Not quite where we used to believe we did, it appears.
And then there's the question about what we *claim* about what we write. Some of us seem to use a bit more poetic license than others....
On the other hand, how much of our personal memories "are" true, half-true or false? How much of what we *know* turns out false when examined more closely?
For much of my life, I had a vivid memory of playing "circus" with my siblings, especially one moment where they put me in a "cage" of chicken wire and I pretended to be a lion. One day years later, I came across a photo from that day, depicting this vivid memory exactly as I remembered it. Did I "really" remember it or had I only seen the photo at some point and converted THAT experience into a personal memory? How many other of my vivid personal memories qualify as borrowed, triggered or implanted?