Some Close Encounters of a Mental Kind by Stephen Jay Gould

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I spy with my little eye something blue, or is it purple, maybe green? I Spy was one of my favorite games when I was a little girl. Almost everyone as a child that I know played this game, and if you did, and your experience was anything like mine, you got stuck on an object or two a couple of times. If you didn’t play, eye spy was a game where someone said a color of something they saw and you would have to guess what object it was or vice versa. Was it our own vision at fault or that of our friends that we couldn’t find what we were searching for? Doesn’t matter since someone saw something they didn’t actually see. Stephen Jay Gould, a teacher of several subjects at Harvard University, discusses how our brain can play tricks on us in his essay titled “Some Close Encounters of a Mental Kind.” Although our minds are powerful things, what we see, or remember seeing, can be wrong. Perfect is definitely an adjective my mom would use to describe herself. Her eyesight, on the other hand, is far from satisfactory. When I say that, I don’t mean she is in need for glasses, she doesn’t see what is actually happening but rather what she wants to see. Every year my family participates in this huge celebration known as the Basque Picnic. My dad and brother are in charge of one of the food items while my grandmother and mom deal with serving. I, on the other hand, am a member of the traditional Basque dancing group that performs at the festival. One year,

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