Back when I was in preschool we had a man called "Bob the Clown" come to "entertain" us one day. Well, the man was cynical and probably a psycho. He would pick kids to come up and would be mean to them and mess with them. The adults were all fine with this. Finally he called me up. He picked me up and spun me around. Eventually he put me down but when he picked me up I believed he was gonna put me in his massive pants and take me home to eat me. I still hate clowns. <(@_@)>
A childhood belief about clowns
others believed things like this
- I used to think that clinical depression was called "cynical" depression.Anon
- My mom used to think "preschool" was called "pretty school" until a few years later.— Molly
- Thanks to my Nan I believed if I picked my nose my head would "cave in!"— Tilly
- I believed that the breed of dog called Boxer was called that because they could stand up and box.Anon
- I believed we were little kids till we were 17, and at our 18th birthday we woke up as adults.— Hoppip
- If you pick Dandelions then you wet your pants. Honestly...I've never tried and I'm not going to test it!— Charlene