My grandma had a ceramic duck in her basement, and I believed that whenever I rubbed it, a genie would come out and grant me a wish. Whenever I visited Grandma, I taunted the genie by rubbing the duck and running upstairs, only coming downstairs when I was certain he was gone. Then I realized that I was pissing him off, and then he'd try to kill me. That made it even more fun-- I'd rub the duck and sprint upstairs and try not to give myself away.
A childhood belief about around the house
others believed things like this
- Whenever I was upstairs on a bus, I didn't believe that it would fit under the bridge so I used to duck. — Dave, Lancashire
- i thought that "aromatic" duck was actually "asthmatic" duck.
poor thing...— rachael - I always thought that duck sauce (from chinese restaurants) was duck poop.
— emily - David Bowie - Jean Genie
"The Jean Genie lives on his back
The Jean Genie loves cheesy snacks"— Santa Puncher - I used to belive that if I didn't duck when going under bridges they would hit me.Anon
- My mother's name was Anna. She was called "Annemor"(Duck mama). I was convinced I was a duckling.— Christine Norway