A combination of having been fairly lucky and terrible autobiographical memory (I have trouble assembling stories from memories—basically, nothing sticks in my brain as a story and very little from my personal life ever strikes me as story worthy, which made those "what did you do over the Summer?" writing prompts in elementary school absolute hell) mean I have little choice but to pick a real event and invent a narrative for these kinds of questions. I hate them.

[EDIT] remove word that didn't need to be there.