And so here's my own memory - a throwaway comment I've been carrying inside me all these years:
When I was little, I was really good at art. I was good at drawing and painting and gluing things together to make other things. I was the best artist in my class.
Except for Suzanne*.
Suzanne was just that tiny bit better than me.
Whenever the class had to work together to create a new frieze (did everyone call them "friezes"? I mean a mural or a big piece of art), Suzanne would be put in charge of designing and coordinating it. Every single time.
I was jealous. I was disappointed. I clung to the rumour (which I neither started nor spread) that her dad did her art homework for her.
Then one summer she moved away.
After the holidays, my class had a new teacher. New to the school, I mean, not just to us. She was nice; I liked her.
Anyway, the new school year meant a new class project and that meant a new frieze. And it would be designed and coordinated by... I can't even remember who it was. Somebody other than me.
I suppose my disappointment must have shown on my face; at lunchtime, the teacher asked me to stay behind.
"You're so good at art," she said, "that you always get to design the frieze. It's important that somebody else gets a turn."
"I never get to design the frieze," I wailed. "It's always been Suzanne."
I don't remember crying at the time but I want to cry for little eight or nine year old me now; I clearly remember how much hurt welled up inside her.
And she learned a lesson from this.
She - I - didn't learn that my teacher thought I was, and always had been, the best artist in the class; I learned that life was painfully unfair sometimes and that it didn't matter how hard I tried, somebody else would always get the reward that I was wanting.
A part of me still carries that lesson inside me. I've felt irritated but not surprised when colleagues took the credit for my work; I've not bothered to apply for jobs I really wanted because somebody else was guaranteed to get them; I don't put much effort into promoting my blog because there are so many other blogs out there that I assume that mine will get lost in the crowd.
*not her real name (on principle; I doubt very much that using her real name would affect her in any way, all these years on!)