I remember when I was a child 
I had a pair of canaries in a cage in my bedroom. 

I had the idea that I would raise and sell canaries. 
I asked one of my sisters if she remembered them. 

She remembered that they were parakeets, not canaries. 
I asked another sister. She said she didn't remember any canaries but she remembered how mean I was to her. 

My youngest sister doesn't remember having birds but thinks that we had a pet rabbit. 

I don't remember that. My brother thinks we had a pet crow that talked. 

I don't remember a crow but I remember we had a myna bird for a while that said, "Hello sweetiepie," but he belonged to someone else. 

My mother says that she would never have allowed birds or any other animals in the house. 

I remember how the female canary ignored the male but chirped plaintively to a mockingbird that sang outside my window all summer long.