“I don’t know myself whether I can fully believe everything that my memory has preserved? If I remember the events that actually happened, then these can be called memories not only of childhood, but even of infancy. Of course, I remember nothing in connection, in continuous sequence; but many incidents still live in my memory with all the brightness of colors, with all the vividness of yesterday’s event. When I was three or four years old, I told those around me that I remember how they took me away from my nurse... Everyone laughed at my stories and assured me that I had heard them enough from my mother or nanny and thought that I had seen it myself...”