I used to believe…
im not really sure if this fits in here, but i remember when i was about 4 or 5, i was acting up and being the littlest bit cheeky so my motherr said tht if i didnt be good a man would come and take me away until i did be good, just then the milkman knocked on the door to collect his money , but being young, i thought he ahd come to take me away, so i grabbed onto my dad and screamed the house down, i bet my mum felt really bad afterwards!
