I once developed this belief that you only got a certain number of words in your lifetime. I got very worried I was using them all up at a very young age, and I wouldn't have any left when I was older, so I would be mute. It made sense- everyone was always telling me to be quiet! I decided to try and save them, so I wouldn't talk for a week, until I promptly forgot about it and went back to my normal mouthy self.
A childhood belief about speaking
others believed things like this
- When I was little I thought grown ups could fly but wouldn't tell me about it or teach me until I got older.— James the Great
- When I was really young I used to think that dead bodies wouldn't start rotting until they were buried.— Katherine
- I used to believe that shoo fly pie was made of old shoes and dead flys, and I wouldn't eat it.— Aubri
- my friends mom used to sing "you talk sense" instead of utah saints.— nikki
- I thought the lines in the sky left behind by airplanes were "sky scrapers". Makes sense.Anon
- I used to want to be a garbage man when I was older because I belived they only worked one day a week— Oscar the Grouch