Childhood itself is a myth for almost all of us. We think we remember what happened to us when we were kids, but we don’t. The reason is simple: we were crazy then. Looking back into this well of sanity as adults who are, if not totally insane, then at least neurotic instead of out-and-out psychotic, we attempt to make sense of things which made no sense, read importance into things which had no importance, and remember motivations which simply didn’t exist. This is where the process of myth making begins.
Stephen King, Danse macabre