How about a story?

So, when I was little, I used to love crawling in dryers. One day, I was crawling in the dryer finding my little brother inside. Back then I was so little we both could fit in the dryer. We hid in there until my brother wanted to get out. Problem was, I was in the way of the door. My brother and I tried getting around each other, and ended up rolling the dryer (It was a tumble dryer). We then came tumbling out of the dryer, laughing in the frustration. Because of our combined weight, we ended up almost breaking the dryer. A few days later, I decided to start jumping from the top of the dryer to the door of it. After my fifth jump, I broke it. My father yelled at me for breaking the door of the dryer, and we bought a new one (like we ever did clothes anyway). This is a completely true story, and I wonder how I remember this happening.