I used to believe that there were two men who lived under my bed who wanted to kidnap me. I thought they would only come to get me when I walked near my bed, or had my shirt over my eyes(taking on or off a t-shirt). As a result, I always ran and jumped onto my bed from as far away as I could get, and changed very quickly.
A childhood belief about under my bed
others believed things like this
- If a man wore his shirt out, I thought his wife was going to have a baby.Anon
- I thought Marco Polo was a kind of shirt.Anon
- When you saw a funeral go by, you had to grab a button on your shirt.Anon
- I used to believe that the head part of a shirt was a monster and that it would eat you.— Taliyah
- I used to think your belly button was there to collect the lint of your shirt!Anon
- I used to believe that moths were a species of bats that only ate the tag on the inside of your shirt— Bob the Baby