One day, when I was about four, I saw a tree that had just had a large branch break off of it, and the place where the branch had been was white, flakey and wet. So, of course, I assumed that what I saw was chicken (the meat). I thought for half a year that trees were full of chicken, and that you cut them down, peeled the bark off, and ate it.
A childhood belief about general
others believed things like this
- I used to believe that Haggis grew on trees, cause my dad tied one to a branch in the garden— Lynne
- When I caught chicken pox, I thought it was down to me eating too much chicken.— Helen
- I was convinced that paper could only be made out of Birch trees (because they had white bark).Anon
- I used to believe that if you buried a chicken bone in the backyard it would grow a chickenAnon
- I thought that eating chicken gave me muscles (chicken and muscles sound the same in Mandarin).— NG
- Picking your nose and eating it. Hey! Tastes like chicken and only half the calories— Henry the Seventh