Read the given story and classify it as 'imagined', 'recalled', or 'retold'. If a story is imagined, the person who wrote the story is making it up, pretending they experienced it. If a story is recalled, the person who wrote the story really experienced it and is recalling it from memory. If a story is retold, it is a real memory like the 'recalled' stories, but written down much later after previously writing a 'recalled' story about the same events. So, recalled stories and retold stories will be fairly similar, in that they both were real experiences for the writer. Imagined stories have a more linear flow and contain more commonsense knowledge, whereas recalled stories are less connected and contain more specific concrete events. Additionally, higher levels of self reference are found in imagined stories. Between recalled and retold stories, retold stories flow significantly more linearly than recalled stories, and retold stories are significantly higher in scores for cognitive processes and positive tone.

Last summer June 23 of 2018I was learning swimming. My daughter know swimming very well. My daughter knows very well. So she always mocked me that you don't know swimming, so I thought why don't I can learn swimming? ..If I would join in Swim school what will happens? after some research I joined in swimming class. There I have memories of drowning, Have you ever seen everything before you play out in slow motion, where you are aware of everything around you, yet not knowing what was going on? I have, and as I look back on it, I feel very blessed and protected. This conveys to me now god has a different plan for my life. How may life would be differed , If I drowned that day. It was so interesting and funny too. My daughter also seen that incident. So she always mocking about it.. That is so memorable incident. Whenever I am thinking about my past memorable incidents. This should come in my mind.
recalled

A few months ago my husband and I took a quick trip to Walt Disney World together. It is my favorite place to visit because it reminds me of being a kid. I was really excited to arrive and I couldn't wait to do all the parks together. I was a little disappointed that we weren't staying longer and that we were just making it a weekend trip. I was looking forward to spending quality time with my husband, just he and I, without the kids. We never get to spend time alone together, so this was going to be fun. The most memorable part of the trip and the most surprising for me was when we were in Mexico, in Epcot and my husband ordered a margarita. When it came up it looked like there was an ant floating in it. He said to the server that there was an ant in it and she said there was supposed to be. It was a special type of mexican margarita with "ant salt" and the whole rim of the glass was actually salted with crushed up ants. I was really surprised that they sold drinks like that, but even more surprised when my husband ended up drinking the entire thing and ordering a second one. He asked me if I wanted to try it, but I passed. We laughed about it and I know that it is something that I will never forget. It is burned into my memory. Although it was super hot and humid the whole time we were there because it was at the height of summer, I still had a wonderful time. I can't wait to do it again soon.
retold

Six months ago, my wife began to not feel well. She complained of extreme fatigue, nausea, and felt that she was getting bloated. I suggested she go to the doctor, which she was not a fan of, and this went on for three more days. Finally, one snowy Friday evening, she was getting a ride home from a co-worker and called me. She said she was feeling much worse, including dizziness and abdominal pain. I asked her co-worker (who was also a friend of ours) to drive her to the emergency room and I set out to meet her there. It was snowing so hard that I missed the turn to the hospital, so I it took me a while to get there but I got there right before they called her back. She looked terrible, and I instantly regretted not being more adamant with my suggestion that she see a doctor earlier. They did quite a few tests, and we talked to several different doctors and nurses. Eventually they knew that she was having serious kidney problems, but there was more going on as well. After about seven hours, around midnight, they admitted her and we moved up to a room, where she was the only patient. Another hour after that and a different doctor came to tell us that she had cirrhosis, which is eventually fatal without a transplant. She's not much of a drinker, and they said that it's due to what's called a fatty liver. She took the news in stride, asking what she needed to do moving forward, and I was very proud of her strength. I drove home around 3 that morning to try to get some sleep, moving at a crawl on icy roads, knowing that our lives were going to be much different now. It turns out that both of her grandfathers died of the same thing. She is determined not to go that way, and is now in Denver, staying with her parents, about to finally get on the transplant list. I am still in Albuquerque, holding down the fort - they don't do transplants here (for real) so this is the only way we can try get her healthy again.

recalled

