What do you remember?

I'm feeling a little depressed and deflated this morning. What I thought was a good story for my Wayfareres' Group yesterday, was pulled apart, piece by piece by my daughter saying: "It didn't happen that way." I guess you could call it poetic liberty, but I had taken several actual TRUE incidents and wove them into one story. I'm working on "Memoirs" and this is what I remember. Does the time frame really matter? Yes, Butch did take alarm clocks apart; perhaps not in 1957, but much later in Japan in 1966. He even put the works back backwards so that the hands whirled counter-clockwise. Yes, Ladybug did read Nancy Drew mysteries. I think we belonged to a Junior Book Club. Maybe she was eight years old and not six. LaLa did lock herself in the bathroom, probably at age 14 or 15 months, not 22. Does it really matter that we didn't have plastic grocery bags back in 1957 and 1958? We certainly had boxes and paper bags. The dolly crib and high chair were no doubtably Christmas presents for big sister for the playhouse in the back yard. The rubber baby dolls were for a much later birthday, possibly in 1960. I do not remember if Kitzel ever had a teddy bear, maybe it was a stuffed kitty. It could have been that lunch that day was tomato soup and toasted cheese sandwiches, or peanut butter and jelly. Our little girl still made a mess. But, we did have leftover spaghetti, sometimes. It could be that the towel was turquoise, not pink. The ice cream DID melt while we were playing rescue. Maybe our little girl was stretched out on the floor, and not curled up. I did not intentionally tell untruths about the situation. Is it wrong to put several experiences together to make one story?