I used to believe in the invincibility of my blanket, that if I was completely coevered by the blanket and the ends tucked under me, that nothing, not burglars or the monsters under the bed, could hurt me.
A childhood belief about under my bed
others believed things like this
- I used to believe that monsters couldnt find me or hurt me if my whole body where under my blanket— Scared shitless
- When I was younger I use to think that my blanket would protect me from every danger in the World — Maxence
- I used to believe that farts were triangular with the ends rounded so they wounded hurt.Anon
- I believed that burglars ate soap & lipstick— Karen
- I used to believe that when I said my prayers, "God Bless..." meant please keep burglars awayAnon
- I used to beleieve (when VERY young; 12 actually!) that cat burglars stole cats!— Woody