My parents read the usual nursery rhymes to me. Somehow, when I was 4 or 5, my warped little child brain twisted the one about "Wee Willy Winky" into a horror story. I had an image in my head of a scarred, craggy, evil-eyed dwarf in a nightshirt and cap, with a bloody axe on his shoulder, peeking in the windows at eight o'clock to make sure I was in bed. You'd better believe I was -- with the covers pulled over my head so I wouldn't see him looking in the window of my first-floor bedroom!
A childhood belief about monsters
others believed things like this
- my sister when she was little thorght head lice tried to borrow into her head to get to her brainAnon
- -nursery rhymes-
i used to believe that cows could jump over the moon when I was a kid.— Aloysius - I used to believe that your brain was a red rubber ball inside your head.— Greg
- our grandfathers bald head was because our granmother pulled it out when she got mad at him— daniel copeland calif,u.s.
- i used to believe that my brain worked like the inside of a clock. How the wheels cranked and turned.— Becky
- i used to belive that if i fell on my head my head would come off while i was doing a cartwheelAnon