Alright kiddies time for yet another chapter of "how Eric Turns..." lol  I guess the next significant thing that I remember was an incident involving a russian hat that my father had bought.  It was a silly looking thing but I thought nothing about it one way or the other.  One day it dissapeared.  My mother came to me and asked me what I had done with the hat.  She said that I had thrown it out and marched me outside and in front to the trash cans.  She then told me to pick which of the three trash cans I had placed it in.  I really didn't know which on so I picked the middle one.  She went and opened it and viola, there was the hat.  She beat me for throwing the hat away.  To this day I remember throwing that stupid hat in the trash.  Twenty or so years later I was sitting at a Thanksgiving dinner at her place telling this charming story when out of the blue my older sister says that she was the one that threw away the hat.  There was no reason for her to admit to this unless she had done it.  My very clear memory was false.  The power of brain washing huh???