A childhood belief about places

I used to believe that Houston was a place where if you went, you would never be able to return. Kind of like Hotel California or some similarly scary place where they pretend to be nice and never let you leave. My dad used to go there a lot of business trips, and I have a distinct memory of finding out one day that he was packed to go to HOUSTON, and I was so horrified that I blocked our front door and refused to let him go. This wasn't a matter of separation anxiety, it was a matter of personal security! I think I made him late for his flight... I don't know where I got this idea, I could have sworn one of my parents told me, but now that I think about it, it really doesn't make sense that they would, does it?