What is your earliest memory? Oddly enough, mine is the speaking of my very first word. I remember being very small, laying on my parents bed and looking up at the ceiling. The casing around the light in that room was an antique from an old barber shop, its logo painted across the face of it. I thought it was pretty cool, and so I managed to push my limited mental faculties to point up at it and identify it as “light”.
But what if this early childhood memory was not true? What if my real first memory had been something entirely different, like of some scarring abuse that, as far as I know now, never took place? Or what if my memory was of my first word, but it was something completely different? Something that, in some seemingly imperceptible way, would change the path of my life. What if somebody changed my memory to change my future decisions? My entire history would have been altered, with myself none the wiser. This is the way the world works in Remember Me.