Memory is an odd thing. Once, I broke my elbow. And the other elbow. And a wrist. All at once. It was, by any reasonable estimation, a pretty big deal. But I have no idea when it was. “midish 90′s” I can give you. Sometime in the fall, because I remember getting out of some finals for it. The date can certainly be determined, by asking the less addle brained people in my life at the time. It’s not a factoid I have in my own head though.

On the other hand, I know that I lost in the finals of my middle school spelling bee for spelling legible as ledgeable.