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A childhood belief about under my bed

I used to believe there was a crocodile under my crib, waiting to eat me. I can still remember standing up in my crib, crying for my dad to come save me from the crocodile. This must have been one of my earliest memories, as I can't have been more than one and a half or two years old.

— Laura

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