One day my Dad came home from work and told my Mom that he'd hit a pigeon on the way home. I was very young and was still learning and confusing words. At the time, I thought a pigeon was a small person. I remember being very interested and shocked at the news that my Dad had hit a midget. I was even more amazed that he was so relaxed about it, like it was no big deal.
A childhood belief about speaking
others believed things like this
- at the age of seventeen my sister thought another name for a pigeon hole was a birds nest.— Sophie
- I used to believe that a pigeon was a type of pigAnon
- I used to believe that clay pigeons were pigeon-shaped clay figures.Anon
- I always thought 'virgin' was Marys star sign and could never work out why it was such a big dealAnon
- my mum told me that the 'public' park was closing so she could go home— xx-lotty-pop-xx
- i used to believe that the green arrows on the traffic lights told you which way you had to go to get home.— Helen