When I was around6 or 7 I heard my family talking about people who had died -- my mom said they "kicked the bucket". Asd a result I thought that anyone who kicked a bucket would die. I spent a whole summer getting up the courage to give it a try. One day I got one of my plastic buckets that I used to play with at the beach. I toold it itnto the back yard and set it down. For an hour I tried to summon my courage. I walked away and came back many times until I finally gathered up my nerve and ran full speed, as fast as I could, and I kicked that bucket as hard as I could and it went flying! I saw it go up, fall and hit the ground, bounce and land on it's side. I just stood there, and after a moment I realized I wasn't dead. I went into the house and explained to my Mom that I had kicked the bucket and asked her why I wasn't dead.
That was the first time I realized that everything your parents tell you isn't true.
A childhood belief about people
others believed things like this
- When I was young i always thought the chicken really came from the big bucket outside of K.F.C..lol!!— kristi
- Right when I started school, I believed that you could get kicked out of school for chewing gum. — Rheeb
- My older brother told me that speed bumps were really dead people covered in cement.— Trina
- I used to believe that the sky was full of dead people and I would see them if I went high enough— Maria
- I used to believe that at the beach town where we spent the summer, they took the sidewalks in for the winter.— Missy
- I used to believe that a street sign that read "Dead End" meant that there were dead people buried there.Anon