My brother and I shared a bunk bed. He was older so he got the top bunk. I envied him because I thought that the Hamburglar was hiding under my bed. I had nightmares of the Hamburgler tickling me, and hitting me because I'd laugh at him. I knew laughing at him would make him mad, but I couldn't help it, and he'd get mad.
It sucked.
A childhood belief about under my bed
others believed things like this
- I used to believe that if you jumped off the top of a bunk bed, you'd magically gain superpowers.Anon
- I used to think that the laugh track on sitcoms were the camera men, directors, other actors, ect. laughing.Anon
- When I was younger I thought I made up a new way to tickle someone--by tickling their stomach.— Amelia
- when i was really young, i couldn't figure out why i can't get older than my older sister.— angela
- i used to believe the sound from a piano came from the keys hitting a stuff called "sploosh"{wierd, huh?}.— exploding buttox
- That people older than me knew what they were talking about.— Mark