When I was in playschool, I told my older sister, who must have been about 5 years old, and had never attended the playschool but had only ever seen it when she came with my mother to come pick me and my borther up, that the big beanbag seats were filled actually with the bodies of dead children, who the workers had killed, and the toilets were covered in blood and sick and that the workers lured kids into them and tortured and killed them, and that kdis were constantly disappearing. Also I told her that when playing in the sandbox me and my brother had discovered the bodies of children from the playschool buried under the sand, and she believed it ALL.
A childhood belief about classes
others believed things like this
- When I was really young I used to think that dead bodies wouldn't start rotting until they were buried.— Katherine
- My daddy used to think that there was a children-police that killed children who was bad— jonnie
- My older brother told me that speed bumps were really dead people covered in cement.— Trina
- I used to believe that speed bumps were dead bodies that had been paved over.— Natalie
- I used to think that at funeral homes, dead bodies were propped up on the furniture, just hanging out!— pam
- My mother told me that ice cream vans were ambulances for little children.— Buzz