Once, when i was little, my mother took me to a friends house.
They had just redone the walls of the stairway, with a special paint which could be shaped into a curvy pattern.
I asked to go to the toilet and was told not to touch the walls as they were still wet.
Naturally, i left a handprint there and i was rushed off to have my hand washed.
I had heard that no matter how much you wash something, the germs wil never all go away.
I believed my hand was now made of paint, and i no longer needed brushes for paintings.
A childhood belief about general
others believed things like this
- My sister once asked her mother why she didn't paint her black....Anon
- That blue cheese was made by scraping mould off bathroom walls. My mother actually told me that.— sandee
- When I was little, I thought that clouds were made by someone spraying white spray paint onto air.— Hadla
- I used to hold my hand over my hair whenever i left the house and it was windy incase my hair blew away— lisa
- I believed God lived in a specific crack in one of the walls of my church — Blake
- I once believed that the walls and ceilings were completely jam packed with plumbing and wiring.— David