The story has already begun! (The Title)

I had found myself in an unfamiliar bed that was never mine. It is where my story begun.

If I was to learn what happened before or who I truly had been is up to the Ponies of the village caring for me.

The first thing to come to mind is the pink mare coming over with Cup-Cakes. Apparently, she had an invested interest in my well-being.

We are the sum or our memories, but what if these memories could be removed? (Temporarity) Could one have a fresh chance at the life, one had been yerning for? Building up memories to the efect of building up the dream..