When I was 6 or so, my mom told me she was going on a business trip to Seattle. I thought she meant she was going to see a friend named Attle (i.e., "see Attle"). She came back and was telling me about her hotel room. When she mentioned there was only one bed, I asked, "so where did Attle sleep?" She laughed at me.
A childhood belief about places
others believed things like this
- When my sister's father went to Seattle, my sister said "Is Attle nice?" She thought Attle was a person's name— zzo38
- I once thought a vent in my hotel room led down to the center of the earth.— flarn2006
- When I was little, my dad had a friend named Scott. I thought my dad's friend was the king of Scotland— Uhhh....
- I was told that if you sleep on your back you swallow your tongue...I have been sleeping on my side ever since— scotty la
- I saw this guy at a hotel and he wore a tag that said "trainee," so I thought that it was his name!Anon
- I used to only sleep on my back because I thought I would break my ribs if I slept on my stomach.— Molly