When my Uncle Ben died (although he wasn't really my Uncle Ben, he was a freind of the family)my brother and I thought that he was in the attic (or to get to him, we would have to go through the attic) and so we treid to get up there. We talked about making something out of string to get us up there, and I put some brie in a bag, so that we wouldn't starve. We never did get up there, and the brie was forgotten about until my brother smelt it. It was thrown out, and the bag was washed.
We also thought that to get to him, we had to fill our selves with air. We had a balloon pump, so I put the nosle in my brothers mouth (I let him go fisrt, incase somthing bad happend) and I pressed on the pump. it didn't work, and we were disapointed.
A childhood belief about people
others believed things like this
- I used to believed that when I went to sleep my heart took a rest too, and didn't pump at all while I slept.— Lara
- I used to use the basketball pump in the air because I thought I was donating fresh air to the needy.— Emily
- I used to think that a family of evil bears lived in my grandparent's attic.— jasonchic
- i used to believe that edward scissorhands lived in our family friend's attic.Anon
- My sister used to think that there was an oil well under every gas station that led directly to the gas pump.Anon
- Once I thought these two teenagers who used to wash my mums car lived in our attic. Hahaha!— Roxanne