When I was little, and I was very upset at times, I believed that if the walls could have feelings, they would laugh or mock me. But, when I wanted to escape them, I would look up--towards the cieling, because if it had feelings, it would like me and comfort me.
A childhood belief about around the house
others believed things like this
- i used to believe that bananas have feelings too!— Ste Mono
- I used to believe that my feelings were in my shoulders.— Jesyka
- I used to believe that the wrinkles on my dad's forehead were his feelings.— Suzy
- I used to think that the things you get in your teeth were called feelings.Anon
- I used to believe that boys were like robots and had no real feelings, that they were not even real people.— Lisa
- I believed God lived in a specific crack in one of the walls of my church — Blake