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A childhood belief about police

I used to believe my older siblings when they told me that if I was bad the policeman would come and get me and put me in jail. When I was five we moved into our new house and I fell asleep in a bedroom closet. No one could find me later, and a policeman was called. you can imagine how freaked-out I was to be rudely awoken by a policeman pulling me out of the closet by my ankle! My mom gave my older siblings quite a lecture when I flew into hysterics at the sight of the poleceman and had to explain as a young child that I was a good girl, and I did not want to go to jail. I still have a healthy respect for a uniform, any uniform!

— youngest sibling

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