A childhood belief about hobbies

When I was in third or fourth grade, my friend Shelby and I used to have a weird hobby. You see, our neighbor had a great big angel in her front yard. And every time we screamed our voices would echo throughout the neighborhood for a long time-but when our voices echoed, we thought that it was someone else screaming. For some strange reason, we always associated the echos with the angel. We always thought there was a little midget hiding inside the statue that watched our every move. I spent hours with Shelby screaming at the "midget" to get out of his statue. No wonder my neighbors still look at me strangely!!!