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A childhood belief about lies

I have brothers who are quite a bit older than me. When I was 3 or 4, there were a few books on my brother's bookshelf that I was told would hurt me if I opened them. I remember being 7 or 8 and my mother and I were cleaning off the shelf. She reached for the Fred Flintstone book and I began screaming, "Don't open it! Don't open it!" I thought a razor blade (the most deadly thing I knew of then) was going to fall out of the pages.

What a cruel way to keep your baby sister from coloring in your books.

— nicole

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