Harlan Coben

You know, it's funny.

I was just thinking about this the other day because I think I was maybe two and a half, three years old.

I went to the New York World's Fair, which is not far from here in Queens.

And maybe you've seen this.

If you land at JFK Airport, you drive past this, it looks like a giant globe.

It's a unisphere.

It's a gigantic statue of the planet Earth.

And I have a recollection of staring at that and then also the sound of It's a Small World After All, which they played at that World's Fair.

In fact, when I was younger, I thought when I first went to Disney World that I had imagined it from that, but no, they had played it there.

So my first memory, and it's very, very vague, I was maybe under three years old, was the World's Fair in New York City staring at that unisphere that now all of you drive by if you come in from Kennedy Airport.

When you're coming into New York, look on your right, and you will see it by Citi Field where the Mets play.

And why would you have been there?

My parents took me to it when I was like two or three years old.

To go to the World's Fair?

We went to the World's Fair.

Of course, I remember absolutely nothing else about it.

My parents are long gone, so I can't really ask them.

And being a fiction writer, I think about this a lot.

And having just read a memoir, I think of this a lot.

I never really know, sure, what is memory and what is fiction.