Originally Posted by
Herbitual
Who knows, Jingo?
My instinct would be to look at a simpler and more logical explanation.
For me, by 7, I'd heard a huge quantity of family folklore.
Mix your great story (first heard as a sentient 4-year-old) with playing with a group of mates and doing something where you were shitting-your-pants-scared and worried that you'd be told off when you arrived home?
I think I would have told them a story that I knew but knew they didn't know I knew at that point.
And when I'd got away with it, I may have purposely miss-remembered it and filed it in my, "Phew...I'll try that again another day!" folder.
I'm certainly not demeaning the memory or your story but, rather, providing a plausible alternative...I hope.
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