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When I was little I was convinced that if I went to sleep with my feet sticking out from my cover, then if a murderer came into the house and saw them he would kill me. For some reason, I decided that murderers were bound to break in one day. I still can't sleep without my feet tucked under!
rosemary
I was once coming home from the grocery store with my mom, and she asked me to hand her an apple juice. I was so scared. I thought my mom would get in trouble for "drinking and driving" so I flat out refused to give it to her for fear she would be arrested.
Jasmine
I used to believe that Halloween was a guy who came to your house and killed your mum!!!
Billy U
I used to beleive that in new york city was a oplazce to get mugged
jo
Until I was about 11 or 12, I thought "rape" meant scratching someone's chest with a garden rake. I had these images in my head of a girl who had been "raped" and had four parallel bloody cuts across her chest and abdomen!
Michelle
I thought that there had to be a "criminal store" where one could buy burglar masks and those striped sweaters burglars were portrayed as wearing, guns, glass cutters, etc. I asked my dad where criminals got their guns. He said, "on the steet". I knew that meant OUR street, so I was looking out for handguns scattered in the gutter. He also explaned on said street is where they have to buy silencers for the guns too - because silencers are illegal. This was doubly confusing becasue shooting people in general seemed illegal.
tracy
When I was 6 we had a lot of overdue library books that we couldn't find because my sisters and I would leave them everywhere. That same year my class had taken a trip to the public library and the librarian told us that if we didn't return our books they would lock us in jail. She of course said it only to scare us into returning books, but I took it so literally that I refused to go to the library until my parents forced me into the building crying.
confused crazy-lizzy
my little cousin who was 3 at the time, kept on freaking out and screaming and crying everytime my aunt told her she could leave her toys/books where they were and come to dinner. You see my aunt was saying "leave it there, nobody will take it" my cousin thought that NOBODY was the name of a person.
Zo
I used to believe that the rain hitting my window was really bad guys trying to cut through the glass to get into my house.
Maya
One day when I was little I had fast-food in the car. Well, I had a leftover ketchup packet and I started playing with it. I squeezed so hard that I squirted ketchup on the ceiling of the car. The next day, I forgot all about the incident and looked in the car. I started crying to my parents, telling them that a burgalar had come in the car, killed someone, and left some blood on the ceiling. It wasn't until a year later that I remembered what I had done with the ketchup.
lilmisscandy
When i was in first or second grade i used to get really mad at my dad because he would drink a cup of coffee while driving me to school. One day after he dropped me off at school i was really upset about his "drinking and driving" so my teacher asked me what was wrong. I told her that i was scared that my daddy was going to hurt himself or me because he liked to drink and drive in the mornings. Of course my teacher was very upset about this and took me to the princpal's office, who called my dad and asked him to come to the school for a talk. I remeber lots of laughter coming out of the office and then they came out and explained to me what drinking and driving really meant!!!!
Drunk off KoolAid
i thought that drinking and driving meant that whenever you drank anything in the car that it was against the law. So anyway one day my mom was drinking a Pepsi or something in the car and i go in with her to work and i told everyone that my mother broke the law because she was drinking and driving.
Erin
i used to believe that if u ripped money u would be put into jail for as many years as the money was (1 dollar..one year ect..) my cousin pretended to rip a dollar i got from the "tooth fairy" one day..and i cried for the rest of the day..until my aunt explained it
jessie
for some reason i used to think that rapping someone was just hitting them with a rake.......don't ask
bobo
when i was little, i thought that a con artist was a person that painted pictures of people commiting crimes
kimkim
when i was little i used it think if something bad happened... like a murder or bankrobbery... that it was me sleep walking and i just didnt remember it, and that they would catch me sooner or later... i got very nervous when the phone would ring thinking the cops were questioning my mother about where i was that night n stuff....
now that i think about it i was a very paranoid child :-P
ChArLi
A long time ago my mother took me to see Ollie and Optie (a program that taught kids to be "safe"). The speaker told a story of a psycho killer who had kidnapped a little girl. When her parents where home. On the same floor. She described it in such detail that I thought that he could get me too, so I wouldn't go into my room and would constantly follow my mom around. So, basically it had a reverse effect. Bleh.
Mochi (Rice Cake)
I used to think that the crime scene was the same place for all crimes. I always wondered why people would keep going back to it.
Kate
My sister used to have two piggy banks.
One was where she kept her allowance money, which was well hidden. The other was filled with 5 pennies and left on her nightstand as a decoy for would-be burgulars!
Chris
When the Yorkshire Ripper was still on the loose, I used to think that a prostitute was a woman who was once in jail.
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