It's harder to pick and choose when you're dead. It's like a photograph, you know. It doesn't matter as much.

so few of the adults she had met made any sense

Coraline could never work out why anyone would want to paint a bowl of fruit

Shadow could not decide whether he was looking at a moon the size of a dollar, a foot above his head, or whether he was looking at a moon the size of the Pacific Ocean, many thousands of miles away. Nor whether there was any difference between the two ideas. Perhaps it was all a matter of the way you looked at it.

What you remembered? Probably. More or less. Different people remember things differently, and you'll not get any two people to remember anything the same, whether they were there or not. You stand two of you lot next to each other, and you could be continents away for all it means anything.