This is all reminding me of an old joke (but only pieces of it).
Joe and Bill are talking about early memories. "I remember falling off the porch and landing on the dog when I was six months old," says Joe.
"Oh yeah?" says Bill. "I remember visiting Niagara Falls nine months before I was born."
""That's impossible," scoffs Joe.
"I remember it clearly," insists Bill. "I went up there with my dad, and came back with my mom."