there was place in the window beside my bed where a wooden beam had fallen out, so there was a window twice as tall as the others. Of course, there was a hole where the beam fit that looked similar to a keyhole. I used to think that if I could just find the right key, I could put it in that "keyhole" and the window would open and I could go live with faeries and leprechauns and such. I was a strange kid
A childhood belief about around the house
others believed things like this
- I used to think that if you shone a flashlight beam onto a lightbulb long enough, it would eventually light.— Karen K
- My mom used to tell us kids that if you put your arm out of the car window,that it would fall off.— Kathy G.
- I used to believe that the moon lived on top of our house because I could always see it from the window.— Classic NYer
- When I was little I thought a widow was someone who stares at you through a windowAnon
- I knew lightning could come in through my bedroom window and kill me.
— Cyn - I used to think there was a crayon called "window color." Turns out there isn't. — Not the brightest crayon in the box