When I was in the second grade, I won a school-wide contest. Students submitted ideas for our school's new motto and logo. After the judges chose their favorite entry, I received the winning prizes: a t-shirt, a bumper sticker, and some other things I can't recall these twenty-odd years later. The most interesting thing about this whole experience for me is the fact that I could never remember actually entering the contest.
At the time, I remember telling my teacher, my parents, and others that the entry wasn't mine. None of them seemed to believe me, as if they assumed I was just trying to be modest and shy about winning. The logo on my new shirt was alien to me. The scribblings of a stranger.
Was this something I unwillingly stole from another? Was it merely a case of momentary memory loss? Or did it mark the beginning of what might become a string of random blackouts in my swiss cheesed brain?