I was broken hearted when I read a chalk message outside my friend Dorelle's house that said "Went Private". I stood outside in the street and shouted her name, because I didn't dare go onto her property, but she didn't come out. Deeply distraught, I ran home and fetched my dad who explained that the message was "Wet Paint", and I could still go and call on Dorelle, so long as I didn't lean up against the painty fence.
A childhood belief about reading
others believed things like this
- My sister once asked her mother why she didn't paint her black....Anon
- My father used to call soya sauce "monkey blood". I didn't even consider tasting it for years!— Me
- I didn't understand about boiled eggs until my Mum explained I wasn't supposed to eat the shell as well.— Chris
- I uswed to believe that as long as someone lived to be 100, it was ok and you didn't have to be sad about it.Anon
- I used to think that cockroaches would visit your house if you didn't brush your teeth.Anon
- We didn't have a chimney in our house. Father Christmas had to come in through the letter box.— Ginnean