I have a very vivid memory of a time when I was very young. I was sitting in a high chair at the kitchen table. The tray on the high chair had a small hole in the center of the tray and I thought I saw an eye looking at me from the underside. Needless to say it frightened me and I can still remember the fear of that moment. Later on in life I brought this up to my parents and they smiled. They remembered the incident also. What had frightened me was my father stuck a kitchen match through the hole and what I saw was the red tip of the match. But as a very small child I saw an eye. To this day I still remember an eye staring at me even though I now know for sure it was not an eye but a match head. I have tried to replace that memory with what actually happened but my memory of that moment is frozen with an eye instead of a match head.
My wife’s uncle, Galen, told me that we met when I was age eight. He talked about a fight that he remembered between me and a friend of mine. I do not remember this fight. He also stated that I gave my friend a black eye. When I recall this experience, I visualize myself as a peaceful person, and I am unable to remember any fist fights that I was involved in at that age. Our perceptions help shape our reality. We tend to paint a portrait of ourselves that match who we think we are as a person. I usually like to think of myself as a peaceful person, and my memories of my childhood match this image. It is possible that I was involved in a fistfight at that age, but no matter how hard I try I am unable to recall the event. The important thing to remember is that other people have perceptions that are just as real as ours. I think that is why it is important to be objective about a topic or situation, and when discussing a topic or event, we should try to just stick to the facts. I have trouble with this. However, I am working on changing the way I think. I would like learn to use deductive reasoning more often when analyzing an event or topic. At the moment I currently use inductive reasoning.
I have a very vivid memory of when I was about 4 years old, living in California. I was picking tomatoes at my parent's friends house and was stung by a wasp on my thumb, between the cuticle and the nail. I cried and cried and have steered clear from wasps ever since. When I brought this story up to my mom, she got a puzzled look on her face. She told me that she didn't have any friends in California who had a tomato plant. The only thing we ever picked was oranges from our neighbors orange tree. Its so puzzling why I would remember so clearly that I was picking tomatoes out of a bush instead of oranges from a tree. Why did my mind completely make up that fact? I can remember picking oranges from that tree, but the memory of the sting does not involve that tree at all in my mind. I still can't decide if I perceived this memory as something else or if my mom just doesn't remember the tomatoes that we picked. I guess i'll never know for sure.
As a child I started dressing myself at an early age. I would pick out my clothes and I thought I matched very well. Now my mother explains to me that, though I thought I matched, no one else thought I did. I would wear a shirt with many flowers and choose one color on it and think it matched with the jacket or shorts that I was wearing. Then and now I still believed I matched well, I never felt embarrassed for myself about not matching because I whole heartedly believed that I did. When the subject comes up my mom reminds me that no, I didn’t match, I just had an incredibly strong will and believed that I did. There was no changing the clothes I was in, I wouldn’t let her. Perception often clouds our ability to remember. We see things one dimensionally when we remember a situation and it limits our ability to recall things accurately. Perception is what sets everyone apart when they are making decisions or remembering a situation. I was a kid, and I knew I matched, but my mom was an adult and knew much better than I that I did not match at all.
When I was in elementary probably about 7 my Aunt made me this dress. It was supposed to be ugly and frustrate me and it was supposed to fall apart. I remember liking it and not and thinking it was a nice dress. My Aunt remembers I thought it was ugly and was upset. She always tried to play tricks on us for our birthdays and I remember thinking it was a nice present. Yes it was pink and red but I was seven and thought it was cute. She remembers the trick working and I remember thinking she actually got me something nice, it didn't jump out at me nor was it a brick iced to look like a cake. I guess we will never know for sure what I thought and we all know her intention was not for me to like it.
I have had several instances that I have had someone that has had a different remembrance of an account than I have. I have also noticed that people I meet with at the ministry also have memories of their past that may not necessarily be how it happened, but it is their perception. The reading said it well when it stated that the well-informed, trustful of reason, open-minded, flexible, fair-minded in evaluation, honest in facing personal biases, prudent in making judgments, willing to reconsider, clear about issues, orderly in complex matters, diligent in seeking relevant information, reasonable in the selection of criteria, focused in inquiry, and persistent in seeking results person was not a probability. It left me with the conclusion that our perception does affect our memory and it does affect our ability to evaluate. We need accurate data provided by our senses and memory, clear concise, contextually accurate language, controlled and effective feelings, clear structure and solid logic. Then once we have evaluated this as good we can act on our memory.
I remember ten years ago my family and I went back to my home for a family vacation. While on vacation I went to my school reunion and there was a guy there I remember an event that happen. I told him about how he got mad at me when we were playing sandlot football because I was getting the best of him on the field. After the game he started a fight with me and I did my best not to fight him. He told me that I was wrong and it did not happen. I told my wife that his perception is wrong or he have ask the LORD for forgiveness and to him it did not happen.
My family loves to tell this story all the time and it really drives me nuts. It’s funny to them but not to me but I just let them enjoy the laughter. We went to Disney World and my brother had purchased a toy shark and thought it would be so fun to scare me with it. Well what do you know I was terrified of the toy and he continued to scare me when we arrive back home. I don't remember this situation but my family enjoys telling this story and how petrified I was of this shark. They couldn’t understand why I was so afraid of a little plastic toy shark. Thank god I don't remember.
As a child growing up I was blessed to be in a godly, and for the most part, a happy home. There was the time I accidently jumped on some broken glass in my bare feet and ended up in ER. I was terrified and nothing they did made me feel better. I should have had stitches, but all they could do was just bandage it up and send us home. I have got over that initial terror and am OK in hospitals now, actually pretty good. I nursed my husband through the time he broke his hip and pelvis in a work accident. I saw it happen and I have to say my heart raced as I ran to him. I stayed with him in the hospital, doing some of the things the nurses would do, and continued to at home. But I think that feeling of not always being able to control the situation still is with me to some extent today.
As a child I would always go out of town with my mother to her relatives funerals. My mother took me with her one time and I remember going to some type of medical facility to visit this lady. My mom told me that this was my Aunt and that she had a stroke when I was born and she was placed in a mental institution. My mom has be deceased for at least fifteen years now and I tried to tell my sisters of this lady was supposedly our aunt. Both my sisters said that I did not see her because we did not have an aunt. I tried to remember everything that I saw just to tell them and convince them that this person was real. My sisters said that both our parents were the only children born to their parents. They were laughing and saying that this lady was someone I just imagined. I was so sure and so determine to prove it to them that I continued to try and remember who this lady was. I asked God to help me to remember this time in my childhood. As I continued trying to remember what my mom had told me, it was that this lady was her aunt, her mother's sister and not my aunt. Of course, my sisters still to this day refuses to believe me.
My mother always challenges one favorite childhood memory, we both remember. On my 12th birthday I received a purple bike that had pink spots all over it. I loved that bike and it was exactly what I wanted. My mother always challenges my memory of that bike. She remembers the bike being all purple with no pink dots. Our perceptions impact the way we use our memory in several different ways. We have to ask ourselves have we listened well to the facts, are the facts reality, and do we have the correct information. "If any of our sensual sources or recollections are suspect, we can express our thinking conditionally and then research our doubts." [Kirby & Goodpaster, 2007] My mom's perception of the memory contains incorrect data. My dad purchased the bike and she was hosting my birthday party, these facts support that she did receive incorrect data.
I remember when I was around the age of 12 and my dad cut his leg open on the exhaust pipe of a truck that did not have a bumper. The cut was along the entire side of the calf muscle and pretty deep. I am now 26 and remember most of the events that day very vividly. However, my mom is convinced that she called 911, but I remember talking to the operator while she helped apply pressure to help minimize the loss of blood and she believes the roles were reversed. I believe our perception impacts the way we use our memory based on how we sense things at the current moment. At that point in time anxieties were high and it was extremely chaotic until the ambulance had arrived. Perception effects our ability to evaluate a situation because it uses our senses to gain an understanding of the events or situation occurring. Overtime, I think we begin to lose little details of the event and hold on to the ones that we were able to sense more strongly in that moment.
I have a very vivid memory of a time when I was very young. I was sitting in a high chair at the kitchen table. The tray on the high chair had a small hole in the center of the tray and I thought I saw an eye looking at me from the underside.
ReplyDeleteNeedless to say it frightened me and I can still remember the fear of that moment. Later on in life I brought this up to my parents and they smiled. They remembered the incident also.
What had frightened me was my father stuck a kitchen match through the hole and what I saw was the red tip of the match. But as a very small child I saw an eye. To this day I still remember an eye staring at me even though I now know for sure it was not an eye but a match head.
I have tried to replace that memory with what actually happened but my memory of that moment is frozen with an eye instead of a match head.
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ReplyDeleteMy wife’s uncle, Galen, told me that we met when I was age eight. He talked about a fight that he remembered between me and a friend of mine. I do not remember this fight. He also stated that I gave my friend a black eye. When I recall this experience, I visualize myself as a peaceful person, and I am unable to remember any fist fights that I was involved in at that age.
ReplyDeleteOur perceptions help shape our reality. We tend to paint a portrait of ourselves that match who we think we are as a person. I usually like to think of myself as a peaceful person, and my memories of my childhood match this image. It is possible that I was involved in a fistfight at that age, but no matter how hard I try I am unable to recall the event. The important thing to remember is that other people have perceptions that are just as real as ours.
I think that is why it is important to be objective about a topic or situation, and when discussing a topic or event, we should try to just stick to the facts. I have trouble with this. However, I am working on changing the way I think. I would like learn to use deductive reasoning more often when analyzing an event or topic. At the moment I currently use inductive reasoning.
I have a very vivid memory of when I was about 4 years old, living in California. I was picking tomatoes at my parent's friends house and was stung by a wasp on my thumb, between the cuticle and the nail. I cried and cried and have steered clear from wasps ever since. When I brought this story up to my mom, she got a puzzled look on her face. She told me that she didn't have any friends in California who had a tomato plant. The only thing we ever picked was oranges from our neighbors orange tree. Its so puzzling why I would remember so clearly that I was picking tomatoes out of a bush instead of oranges from a tree. Why did my mind completely make up that fact? I can remember picking oranges from that tree, but the memory of the sting does not involve that tree at all in my mind. I still can't decide if I perceived this memory as something else or if my mom just doesn't remember the tomatoes that we picked. I guess i'll never know for sure.
ReplyDeleteAs a child I started dressing myself at an early age. I would pick out my clothes and I thought I matched very well. Now my mother explains to me that, though I thought I matched, no one else thought I did. I would wear a shirt with many flowers and choose one color on it and think it matched with the jacket or shorts that I was wearing. Then and now I still believed I matched well, I never felt embarrassed for myself about not matching because I whole heartedly believed that I did. When the subject comes up my mom reminds me that no, I didn’t match, I just had an incredibly strong will and believed that I did. There was no changing the clothes I was in, I wouldn’t let her. Perception often clouds our ability to remember. We see things one dimensionally when we remember a situation and it limits our ability to recall things accurately. Perception is what sets everyone apart when they are making decisions or remembering a situation. I was a kid, and I knew I matched, but my mom was an adult and knew much better than I that I did not match at all.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was in elementary probably about 7 my Aunt made me this dress. It was supposed to be ugly and frustrate me and it was supposed to fall apart. I remember liking it and not and thinking it was a nice dress. My Aunt remembers I thought it was ugly and was upset. She always tried to play tricks on us for our birthdays and I remember thinking it was a nice present. Yes it was pink and red but I was seven and thought it was cute. She remembers the trick working and I remember thinking she actually got me something nice, it didn't jump out at me nor was it a brick iced to look like a cake. I guess we will never know for sure what I thought and we all know her intention was not for me to like it.
ReplyDeleteI have had several instances that I have had someone that has had a different remembrance of an account than I have. I have also noticed that people I meet with at the ministry also have memories of their past that may not necessarily be how it happened, but it is their perception. The reading said it well when it stated that the well-informed, trustful of reason, open-minded, flexible, fair-minded in evaluation, honest in facing personal biases, prudent in making judgments, willing to reconsider, clear about issues, orderly in complex matters, diligent in seeking relevant information, reasonable in the selection of criteria, focused in inquiry, and persistent in seeking results person was not a probability. It left me with the conclusion that our perception does affect our memory and it does affect our ability to evaluate. We need accurate data provided by our senses and memory, clear concise, contextually accurate language, controlled and effective feelings, clear structure and solid logic. Then once we have evaluated this as good we can act on our memory.
ReplyDeleteI remember ten years ago my family and I went back to my home for a family vacation. While on vacation I went to my school reunion and there was a guy there I remember an event that happen. I told him about how he got mad at me when we were playing sandlot football because I was getting the best of him on the field. After the game he started a fight with me and I did my best not to fight him. He told me that I was wrong and it did not happen. I told my wife that his perception is wrong or he have ask the LORD for forgiveness and to him it did not happen.
ReplyDeleteMy family loves to tell this story all the time and it really drives me nuts. It’s funny to them but not to me but I just let them enjoy the laughter. We went to Disney World and my brother had purchased a toy shark and thought it would be so fun to scare me with it. Well what do you know I was terrified of the toy and he continued to scare me when we arrive back home. I don't remember this situation but my family enjoys telling this story and how petrified I was of this shark. They couldn’t understand why I was so afraid of a little plastic toy shark. Thank god I don't remember.
ReplyDeleteAs a child growing up I was blessed to be in a godly, and for the most part, a happy home. There was the time I accidently jumped on some broken glass in my bare feet and ended up in ER. I was terrified and nothing they did made me feel better. I should have had stitches, but all they could do was just bandage it up and send us home. I have got over that initial terror and am OK in hospitals now, actually pretty good. I nursed my husband through the time he broke his hip and pelvis in a work accident. I saw it happen and I have to say my heart raced as I ran to him. I stayed with him in the hospital, doing some of the things the nurses would do, and continued to at home. But I think that feeling of not always being able to control the situation still is with me to some extent today.
ReplyDeleteAs a child I would always go out of town with my mother to her relatives funerals. My mother took me with her one time and I remember going to some type of medical facility to visit this lady. My mom told me that this was my Aunt and that she had a stroke when I was born and she was placed in a mental institution. My mom has be deceased for at least fifteen years now and I tried to tell my sisters of this lady was supposedly our aunt. Both my sisters said that I did not see her because we did not have an aunt. I tried to remember everything that I saw just to tell them and convince them that this person was real. My sisters said that both our parents were the only children born to their parents. They were laughing and saying that this lady was someone I just imagined. I was so sure and so determine to prove it to them that I continued to try and remember who this lady was. I asked God to help me to remember this time in my childhood. As I continued trying to remember what my mom had told me, it was that this lady was her aunt, her mother's sister and not my aunt. Of course, my sisters still to this day refuses to believe me.
ReplyDeleteMy mother always challenges one favorite childhood memory, we both remember. On my 12th birthday I received a purple bike that had pink spots all over it. I loved that bike and it was exactly what I wanted. My mother always challenges my memory of that bike. She remembers the bike being all purple with no pink dots. Our perceptions impact the way we use our memory in several different ways. We have to ask ourselves have we listened well to the facts, are the facts reality, and do we have the correct information. "If any of our sensual sources or recollections are suspect, we can express our thinking conditionally and then research our doubts." [Kirby & Goodpaster, 2007] My mom's perception of the memory contains incorrect data. My dad purchased the bike and she was hosting my birthday party, these facts support that she did receive incorrect data.
ReplyDeleteI remember when I was around the age of 12 and my dad cut his leg open on the exhaust pipe of a truck that did not have a bumper. The cut was along the entire side of the calf muscle and pretty deep. I am now 26 and remember most of the events that day very vividly. However, my mom is convinced that she called 911, but I remember talking to the operator while she helped apply pressure to help minimize the loss of blood and she believes the roles were reversed. I believe our perception impacts the way we use our memory based on how we sense things at the current moment. At that point in time anxieties were high and it was extremely chaotic until the ambulance had arrived. Perception effects our ability to evaluate a situation because it uses our senses to gain an understanding of the events or situation occurring. Overtime, I think we begin to lose little details of the event and hold on to the ones that we were able to sense more strongly in that moment.
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