Read the given story and classify it as 'imagined', 'recalled', or 'retold'. If a story is imagined, the person who wrote the story is making it up, pretending they experienced it. If a story is recalled, the person who wrote the story really experienced it and is recalling it from memory. If a story is retold, it is a real memory like the 'recalled' stories, but written down much later after previously writing a 'recalled' story about the same events. So, recalled stories and retold stories will be fairly similar, in that they both were real experiences for the writer. Imagined stories have a more linear flow and contain more commonsense knowledge, whereas recalled stories are less connected and contain more specific concrete events. Additionally, higher levels of self reference are found in imagined stories. Between recalled and retold stories, retold stories flow significantly more linearly than recalled stories, and retold stories are significantly higher in scores for cognitive processes and positive tone.

Example Input: Labor Day weekend my family and went camping with some friends. We do not get to see these friends very much because they moved to Riverside a couple years ago. It was great to be able to spend a three day weekend with them. I do miss them a lot. My kid really misses one of her best friends, their daughter. We drove up to Perris Lake from where we live in Southern California. Let me remind you that was one of the hottest weekends there this summer. I think the wind was the only thing that saved us from getting too hot. It was nice to set up our tent, enjoy the lake, and enjoy a good campfire for a couple of nights. On our last night there on Sunday, there was a magical thunderstorm. I say magical because you do not see many of them in that area of California. We got a great lighting show, We got lucky with the rain not actually hitting us. I did stay up most of the night watching this with my husband and one of our friends. We got to let the kids and us grown-ups enjoy the lake everyday. We got have to make great meals everyday. We made a campfire every night and made Smores one of those nights. I think I just enjoyed kicking back and relaxing before life got crazy with school starting that Tuesday. I was happy that we made so many memories with this camping trip. It was a great ending to the summer.
Example Output: retold

Example Input: Recently I have tried to begin an aerobic exercise routine. It's hard to find a time to fit this into my schedule, but I settled on 7:30 PM in my apartment. I do various exercises, but one of the main ones is running in place. I should mention that before I describe the surprising event, I had not exercised in about three days for various reasons. Anyway, on a Monday morning I was working at home when the doorbell rang. This was very strange, since no one visits my apartment at this time, and I had no deliveries. So got up and looked through the peephole to see three old ladies standing outside. I didn't know what to think of this, so I opened my door curiously. The tallest of the old ladies stood in the middle and explained that she lives in the apartment below me, and she's concerned about the jumping around at about 8:00 because it shakes her ceiling. Someone else said that the three of them were friends, and they were going out for a walk, and would go to Kenya soon (not sure why that was mentioned). They said the floors were thin (I had thought they were solid--the floors of my previous apartment were very thin,) and everything in her apartment shakes, so I should exercise in the gym. I said sure, sorry about that, etc. I didn't mention how they slam the doors in the apartment below me after I've gone to bed, but it sounds like her complaint was bigger than mine. So now I'm trying to redesign my exercise routine without any jumping or running. I might have to actually go to the gym, though I don't really feel like it.
Example Output: recalled

Example Input: My friend lost his father to cancer not too long ago. His father was very involved in the community, and was almost like a second father to us. It was incredibly hard to watch my friend loose someone so important to him. We all used to play a gold tournament every summer to support the cancer foundation. We haven't played the tournament since his fathers death. We decided it would be a good way to honor his life, by playing another tournament this summer. We all got ready to go, and the mood was kind of heavy. When we arrived, my friend seemed very sad. I attempted to lighten the mood by telling everyone a funny story about my friends father. We all shared some laughs and shared some more favorite memory's of his father. We ended up raising a lot of money for the organization. I think this trip helped with my friends grieving a lot. We decided to do this tournament every year. I am glad I got to share memories with my friends. I can't wait to play next summer.
Example Output:
imagined