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.

Input: Consider Input: I went to Punta Cana in June 2019. I went with my husband for our 10 year anniversary. It was the first time we had ever visited the country. Leading up to the trip, there was news breaking about tourists dying and getting sick. The news continued into our visit. We were a little concerned by it and it was hard to stop thinking about it. Ultimately we were just fine though. We went snorkeling for the first time and had a wonderful time. The people were so friendly and the beaches were beautiful. We became very friendly with a few of the employees and were sad to leave. We would totally go back some day. The food was great and it was very relaxing. The tourist deaths have dropped of the the media. It seems like it was just sensationalized by the media. It was concerning at the time though.

Output: retold


Input: Consider Input: Last month I was invited to a seminar for our company that was based in a different state. This is an exclusive invite that only a handful of employees get to attend every year. One of the people from our office that went was a man from accounting. He is in his mid-20s and has such a contagious smile. After the seminar ended one evening, we went out to a bar just to relax before returning to our hotel rooms. One thing led to another, and we became quite close. We've been dating since we have returned from that seminar, and even reported the relationship to HR. He wants me to meet his family. This would be all well and good, but I'm terrified what they must think of me. I'm nearly 40, which makes me almost old enough to be his mother. I hate that age is such a factor, but I can't help but feel the stares every time we go out. So, I'm nervous to meet his family. I haven't even told my own family that I'm seeing someone. I just want things to be perfect with us just a bit longer. I don't want to put the stigma on our relationship with the whispering that is sure to come from our families.

Output: imagined


Input: Consider Input: While I was in 7th grade, I had a bully. She was a heavier girl with greasy hair and clothes that were obviously hand me downs or thrift store buys. I knew that she most likely didn't have the best life, based on the way that she acted. She would constantly curse or make sex jokes or jokes about drugs, and at 13 it seemed like she was trying too hard to prove she was mature. While her life was probably a string of bad parenting mistakes and school punishments from lashing out, but it still didn't excuse her severe bullying. She would lean against her locker and glare at me as I passed by, calling out mean questions like, "Do you have a dick?" or "Why are you staring at me, you fucking lesbian?" I wasn't the only one she tormented. I would hear her lashing out at other girls, and even some of the more timid boys. Her favorite insults to hurl at the boys were often "Faggot!" or "Pussy!" Because of her aggressive behavior, she didn't have many friends but that doesn't mean that she didn't have any. Her wannabe gang was comprised of two other girls and one boy, all of which seemed to have been brought up in less than fortunate circumstances. Their crew was known for smoking pot, vandalizing, and being in detention. About 6 months ago, I finally stood up to my bully. We were in P.E. and all of the girls were in the locker room. It was mandatory to change into gym clothes before P.E. started. Everyone faced inward toward their locker, trying to block out the rest of the half naked girls. Except for my bully, who turned toward me and pulled down the elastic waistband of my gym shorts, then loudly exclaimed, "My bad, just wanted to finally see once and for all if you really did have a dick", while she laughed sarcastically. I straightened up, with my shorts still down around my knees and quietly breathed out, "We all know you just act out because you have a shitty life." The girls around me quietly giggled. My bully turned away, looking hurt. I thought she'd lash out, but the public embarrassment seemed to actually bother her.A few hours later, when we were all waiting for the buses around the back of the school, my bully came up to me. "Hey, dickwad.""...Hey." I said back."That wasn't cool, what you did before - you don't know my life, bitch.""You're right I don't know your life... but I'm just calling how everyone sees it. Why do you think everyone laughed when I said it."It seemed to dawn on her that the way she had been acting wasn't funny or cool, and was actually contributing to her loneliness. The rest of the school year, she didn't call out mean things to people passing by or get a detention so she seemed to have taken what I said to heart and actually tried to change her behavior.


Output: imagined