I Was Stung by a Jellyfish?

     My parents have repeatedly told me the story of how, at the age of six, I was stung by a jellyfish at a beach in Naples, Florida. The only problem is that I have the most difficult time remembering it. As I try and recollect all of the activities of that day, I find myself creating pictures from what my parents of told me - nothing of what I remember. The story goes something along the lines of this:
     My family was taking a vacation in the summer of 1997. We went to the beautiful beaches of Naples, a fond pastime of my mom's who grew up an hour south in Everglades City. Meeting us there were my mom's four sisters and brother, and all of the members of their immediate families. It was a yearly tradition, and one of my favorite times of the year. I and my 13 other cousins would frolic on the sand and search for sand dollars.
     But this one specific year, the creature I came up with in my hand when feeling around on the ocean floor was not a sand dollar, or a shell, but a slimy, stringy, transparent creature. I held it, staring in awe at the alien creature in my hand. But before long, the pretty little animal started to create a hot, painful, stinging sensation that began traveling from my hand down to my arm. I dropped the jellyfish and screamed.
     So that's how the scene has been portrayed to me, although I can't help but feeling like some of it was fabricated.