And I clearly remember expecting harassment any time I was alone and wearing it in certain public places.
It wasn't even the "fire and blood and anguish" the Inspector calls down on them in recompense, although I remember confusedly expecting literal flames, and possibly the appearance of the Demon King, on the class trip to the actual show.
As much as I remember, I expected from my brother that they would just finish school, go to college.
I was excited because I was opening the bowling and I remember looking over, expecting to see her watching with great attention, to discover that her back was turned in a circle of other mums.
A gentleman approached me proudly stating how his leaders had "passed their cultural training, and now they are suited to deal with diverse populations". I remember him smiling, expecting me to praise his forward thinking on the issue.
When the first artificial intelligence business solutions began emerging a few years ago, I remember someone saying, "People expect artificial intelligence to feel magical, like a laser show or something". This isn't usually the case, of course.
I remember staring at that wing, expecting the worst.
I remember the architect saying, "We expect this to be the kind of place that Keith Richards could drop out of a palm tree and live in".
The memoirist says in effect, "This is my take on what happened; this is the way I remember it". We do not expect the memoirist to be a disinterested chronicler of her own life, nor can we demand that her memory be more reliable than our own.
"I remember not knowing what to expect because we were so much louder than everybody else that was playing at the festival.
I remember that in Paris people came expecting to be outraged.
