There are stories of images that my children can describe in detail as first-hand experiences, when in fact, they were not there, sometimes not even born yet. The story has worked its way so deeply into their consciousness that it has merged with their own past. In the murky forest of memory, our personal stories become collective stories, and what happens to one of us becomes a part of all of us, as long as someone remembers it.

— Kris Manzanares