The human mind is fascinating and horrifying in this way. After reading The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck recently, it touched on how, after going to extensive therapy, a woman "recalled" that she was sexually abused by her father as a child. The news tore her entire family apart. Later, she discovered that the memory was fabricated based on the interactions between her and the well-intending therapist, yet it had a lasting impact on her life and the lives of her family members.
I've known myself to recall memories differently in my life, but it's fucking terrifying to think that something like that could happen. Makes you wonder...what is the purpose of a mental construct like this? Is it a coping mechanism? A flaw in our makeup? An adaptation? In any case... yikes! Can't trust anything—even our own minds!