When I was six, I was in Catholic school. One day, shortly after lunch, the Principal, Sister Evangelista came to our door. She whispered something into my teacher, Sister Jeanette's ear. Sister Jeanette fained dead away. Several of us children helped Sr. Evangelista get her up. Sr. Evangelista then told us in hushed tones that President Kennedy had been shot, and we were to proceed quietly to the church, where we would all pray for the President. Orderly we filed to the church, and our little prayers began. I remember thinking "if he's been shot, he's dead already" so I quit praying and let my mind wander. Eventually I started making faces at the boy next to me and we were reprimanded sharply by our Sister. Sister hissed to us that if "President Kennedy dies, it will be your faults!" Well of course, you know the story. For many months, I thought it WAS our fault, since we failed to pray hard enough to save him.
A childhood belief about people
others believed things like this
- I used to believe because I was born I Abe Lincoln's birthday I had a better shot at being President.— END
- When my sister's father went to Seattle, my sister said "Is Attle nice?" She thought Attle was a person's name— zzo38
- My sister told me that if you had sweetcorn in your poo, you had six months to live! I cried for weeks — Billy
- My sister used to think that because I was 15 months older than her, I would die 15 months before her!— Nicola Braden
- I thought Santa was the President of the North Pole. It was stupid I know
lol— Lynn Wright - I thought that FDR was an government organization during the Great Depression, not a president.Anon